Chapter 1922 Bing More Jittery


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    After ring at the men standing behind Patrick, Simon could not help but explode in rage. “You traitors!


    Have you forgotten what Mr. Vendzul taught us?”


    “Mr. Lambert, we should just roll with the punches. Mr. Vendzul is no longer with us, and it would be wise


    to heed Mr. Sullivan''s advice. Being stubborn will not benefit you in any way!” one of Demon Sect''s


    leaders said while looking at Simon.


    Simon scoffed. “Have you no shame? Demon Sect and Evil Heart Sect are archenemies. I''ll never agree


    to merge the two sects.”


    With that, he leaped up and mmed the leader who made that remark.


    “How dare you!” Patrick eximed as he casually waved his hand, unleashing a tremendous force that


    hit Simon and sent him flying.


    The power disparity between Simon and Patrick was evident.


    Blood dripped from Simon''s mouth, and his internal organs were churning.


    That one strike had inflicted severe injuries on him.


    “Mr. Lambert, run! We''ll hold him back...” The few members who had supported Simon ran up to Patrick


    without any regard for their own safety, buying him time to escape.


    Upon noticing that, Simon gritted his teeth and ran toward the secret realm.


    Meanwhile, Jared was waiting quietly. He knew Demon Sect would make the next move since he had


    found out what Jessica had done.


    He casually ced the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower on the table.


    Soon, Jared sensed a faint, almost imperceptible aura. It was clear that the other party was deliberately


    hiding his aura.


    Jared''s face showed a hint of excitement. That must be Patrick!


    Suddenly, a man in a ck robe with a gloomy aura appeared outside Jared''s room.


    The person beneath the ck robe was Skr, who looked ashen-faced!


    After opening the door to Jared''s room, he saw the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower casually


    ced on the table.


    Upon noticing that, the spirit in Skr''s body uttered, “Did Jared really just ce the tuber fleeceflower


    there without any care or consideration? How arrogant.”


    Yet, Skr begged to differ. When he saw the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower on the table, he


    felt nervous and uneasy.


    Having known Jared for a long time, Skr knew Jared was never a careless person.


    The fact that Jared had ced the tuber fleeceflower on the table with such casual indifference


    suggested to Skr that it was either an intentional action or that Jared had been well-prepared and was


    waiting for someone toe.


    “Hurry up and take the tuber fleeceflower. We should take him with us too. Just make sure we don''t hurt


    his body,” the spirit urged Skr.


    Skr knitted his brows. “I have a bad feeling about this. Jared might be doing this on purpose.”


    “Hasn''t he taken the Cultivation Reversal Potion? He can''t do anything to you even if he knows you''re


    here. Why do I feel like you''re bing more and more jittery?” the spirit voiced its dismay.


    Upon hearing that, Skr had no choice but to carefully retrieve the ten-thousand-year-old tuber


    fleeceflower.


    Upon noticing that Jared was lying motionless on the bed, he heaved a sigh of relief and released his


    aura.


    There was nothing Skr should worry about since Jared had taken the Cultivation Reversal Potion and


    was now no different from an ordinary person.


    With the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower in his hands, Skr felt a surge of excitement.


    “Take Jared with us too. I''m sure Tanner will reward us handsomely when he sees him,” the spirit uttered.


    Skr went up and tapped on Jared''s back. “Wake up. Wake up.”


    Jared pretended to be in a daze and grumbled, “Who is it? Why are you disturbing me in the middle of


    the night?”