Frank nodded. "Indeed I am."
The old man clicked his tongue in turn. "What a mess, allowing all sorts to join this party."
Still, he could read through Frank''s spirited gaze to tell that he was one who could hold his own,
through his spirited eyes alone. He might even be an elite in wielding vigor.
However, judging from the old man''s ck-d assants from earlier, Silver Spring Dojo''s recruitment
tourney was not just a tourney—Birthright rank elites might even show up in droves.
A young man like Frank would die before seeing what hit him without any sort of protection.
N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.
Clicking his tongue, the old man raised a hand to stop Frank. "Mr. Lawrence, I suggest you return to
where you came from—you could see that I was attacked just because I was heading to Silver Spring
Dojo. Would you be able to stop them in my ce?"
Before Frank could answer, the old man''s granddaughter giggled. "Sir, you have the looks, so don''t die
here senselessly. Listen to my grandfather and go!"
Frank was not actually annoyed despite being belittled by grandfather and granddaughter, even
smiling. "Actually, this whole tourney was a trap in the first ce, and it''s meant for me. From where I''m
standing, you should both be leaving!"
"Hey!" The old man''s granddaughter stood akimbo, clearly disgruntled. "How''d you know the tourney
was a trap, and who the hell are you? Who would anyone bother to go through such lengths for you?"
The old man narrowed his eyes in turn, stroking his beardly as he said, "Mr. Lawrence, you''re saying
you''re aware this is a trap meant for you... Then why are you walking right into it?"
"They have something I want. Forgive me for not borating on the rest," Frank said and nodded at the
two again before striding past them, heading further into the first.
"Hey! Honestly, how could someone be so full of himself, Grandpa?!" The old man''s granddaughter
huffed even as she turned toward the old man.
The old man, however, was staring fixedly and thoughtfully in the direction where Frank was leaving.
Soon, he said, "Come, we''re going after him."
"What?! Are you really buying into his crap?!" -
The mountain''s forest was actually a long stretch ofnd, but the scenery was picturesque and the
waters clear.
As the trio traveled together, the old man kept trying to probe Frank, intent on finding out his history.
Frank, however, only mentioned that he was from Riverton and nothing else.
On the other hand, the old man''s granddaughter had different ideas.
"Why don''t you take up tutge under my grandfather?" she suggested earnestly. "You''ll learn a thing
or two, and at least you won''t get killed if you start boasting again."
Frank simply smiled but said nothing, which left her further annoyed. "Hmph! Looking a gift horse in the
mouth!"
Soon, they were standing at a quiet clearing, looking out at the gates of Silver Spring Dojo.
The dojo''s surroundings were serene, but itcked people and could well just be a part of the scenery.
"Hahaha! You fell for our trap, Frank Lawrence!"
A familiar shrillughter greeted Frank just as they stepped through the front gates, and the gates shut
behind them on their own.
"Heh..." Frank, however, remained calm as he looked up in amusement. "Actually, I''m surprised you''re
still after me Quinn Ocean. Coming for your death again? After you had to feign insanity to escape me
before?"
"What? Quinn Ocean?!" The old man beside Frank did a double take.
As his granddaughter looked on in confusion, he gulped and stuttered in fear, "Quinn Ocean is the
daughter of Sage Lake Sect''s high elder. And this is really a trap meant for Mr. Lawrence, just as he
said?!"