“Mr. Chance, since you’ve brought back this Demonia Dragon Ginseng, you might as well keep it. It’s of


    no use to us anyway.”


    Trystan made no move to take the Demonia Dragon Ginseng.


    “Mr. Pruitt, this Demonia Dragon Ginseng was obtained at the cost of the lives of Soul Demon Sect’s


    disciples, so you should take it back,” Jared countered.


    “Mr. Chance, you saved my life, and that debt of gratitude is iparable to a mere Demonia Dragon


    Ginseng. Please keep it for yourself!” Trystan declined.


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    Upon seeing that, Jared chose not to say anything further and put the Demonia Dragon Ginseng away.


    At that moment, Clifford was extremely nervous at the sight of the unscathed Jared. He had no idea


    what Stephen and the others might have said to thetter.


    If word got out about his betrayal, he would be doomed. He wouldn’t be able to stay at Soul Demon


    Sect anymore.


    Moreover, considering the temperament of his mentor, there was a good chance that he might even


    lose his life.


    “Mr. Chance, d-didn’t Dr. Livingstone and the others tell you how they discovered your identity?” Clifford


    asked Jared tentatively.


    Jared nced at Clifford, nodding as he replied, “They did.”


    At that answer and Jared’s gaze fixed firmly on him, a cold sweat instantly broke out on Clifford’s


    forehead.


    “What did they say, Mr. Chance?” Serena asked.


    She was also curious to know how Stephen and the others discovered Jared’s identity.


    Clifford’s heart clenched. His gaze began shifting evasively, and he already started contemting how


    he should beg for mercyter.


    “Among those demonic cultivators, some had seen me in action before and were familiar with my aura.


    Thus, they recognized me,” Jared exined.


    “Oh, I see!” Serena nodded in understanding.


    Upon hearing that, Clifford felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off him, and he let out a long sigh of


    relief.


    “Mr. Chance, since everything is in order now, let’s set off immediately. Demonia Sect is just ahead!”


    Trystan said.


    Jared gave a slight nod. Then, he patted Clifford on the shoulder, saying, “Mr. Fowler, we should get


    going. You’re not going to have a stomachache again, are you?”


    Clifford was momentarily taken aback before he awkwardly chuckled and assured, “No, it won’t happen


    again.”


    In reality, Jared had no idea that his identity was revealed by Clifford. However, as he listened to the


    conversation between Stephen and the others at that time, he began harboring some suspicions deep


    within.


    At Demonia Sect, Norman sat on the sect leader’s chair, his expression one of utter dejection.


    If Demonia Sect’s cultivation technique secret scrolls could not be retrieved, Demonia Sect would really


    have to disband. At that time, the sect that had been established for thousands of years would vanish


    in the long river of history.


    As time passed, countless sects and prestigious families faded into oblivion. However, it was


    exceedingly rare for a sect to fall because its cultivation technique secret scrolls were sealed away,


    inessible to all.


    Demonia Sect had made history. Every time Norman recalled the scene of him offending that elite, he


    was gripped by the urge to p himself several times.


    “Mr. Zaffino, even now, the person who just came has yet toe out after entering the cave. Perhaps


    this time, we might seed!”


    Just then, an elder of Demonia Sect walked into the great hall and said that to Norman.


    “What?” Norman abruptly stood up and asked, “How long has it been since he went in?”


    “About thirty minutes. No one had yet to be able to stay for such a long time after venturing into the


    cave!” The elder replied.


    “Quick, bring me over for a look! Perhaps this is an elite!”


    Norman hastily made his way out of the great hall


    All this while, no one could stay so long after venturing into the cave. Many were instantly sent flying by


    the restriction in the cave, unable to tarry for any length of time.


    The fact that someone had gone in and hadn’te out in thirty minutes meant there was hope.


    But just as he reached the great hall’s entrance, a disciple of Demonia Sect came and reported, “Mr.


    Zaffino, Mr. Pruitt of Soul Demon Sect requests an audience with you.”