Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3196

Andrew left the Medicine God's Covenant and headed for the Martial Tower. The brief, pleasurable interlude with Brielle left him with an unreal feeling.

Indeed, this woman had a distinct appeal of her own. The face beneath the veil was also stunning.

The main point was that Brielle was no ordinary woman. She hailed from a reputable sect, had formidable martial arts skills, and possessed exceptional capabilities.

Now that she was managing the Medicine God's Covenant, she was a coveted prize many wolves in Chetvine's upper echelons desperately wanted a taste of. However, she had always kept to herself and deeply disliked the flattery of many.

Therefore, there had never been any rumors of this mature woman being involved with anyone.

Yet just moments ago, Andrew had almost experienced the full package. If others knew, they would probably be green with envy. But actually, he felt quite calm.

Brielle was indeed a fine woman, but as she herself had said, their situations were not suitable.

A moment of impulsive desire and underlying admiration could not bridge everything. In the end, they still had to return to their previous relationship.

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The Martial Tower remained as majestic as ever, towering over the main plaza in the heart of Chetvine. Countless martial artists from Holtrien came here as if on pilgrimage. Here, they could learn many martial arts techniques for free.

Andrew's arrival did not attract anyone's attention. After finding out where Eric and Jerome were, he went to the 12th floor.

In the training room, the two were sparring.

"Eric, you're still too impulsive and restless. How many times have I told you? When training, your mind must be calm." Jerome's voice was stern.

Jerome was slightly startled.

This person had entered silently, which meant he was no ordinary expert. Even more impressive was that his words carried subtle insight and wisdom.

This level of understanding was something not even Eric or even Jerome himself, after a lifetime in the martial world, could claim to have fully grasped.

"Who's there?" Eric shouted coldly, turning to glare at the doorway. Then, he froze on the spot.

Jerome followed Eric's gaze and also stood rooted in place. The next moment, overjoyed, he stepped forward and clasped his fists in the highest martial salute.

"Andy, you've finally returned! Greetings!"