Philix heaved a sigh. “Someone will take care of them. The vige is long gone, burned to ashes.
Those tombstones? They’re just empty graves with names etched on them. If no one’s watching over
them, so be it.” His voice was gruff. He could not allow a single misstep at a time like this.
A sports car roared past, kicking up a dust tornado in its wake.
“Damn, what’s the rush?” the driver muttered, his words dripped in irritation.
Ster rubbed his eyes as he watched the vanishing taillights of the car. “I think… I think I saw Nash.”
Philix craned his neck to see, but the car was already out of sight.
“Oh, it looked like someone had burned offerings before our arrival!” Ster recalled, his eyes glinting
with excitement.
“It must be one of the business families that had a good rtionship with them,” Philix said, dropping
his gaze. The Young family had been influential in their time, and it was not surprising that people
would still go to Young Gardens to pay their respects.
Ster offered a rueful smile before sinking back into the sofa without another word.
Just then, Philix’s phone buzzed ominously in his pocket. Pulling out, he nced at the screen. The
next second, his eyes widened.
Sensing the change, Ster hastily asked, “What happened?”
“Last night, the Smiling Grim Reaper summoned 3,000 great-grandmasters using the Heavenly Martial
Arts Order and wiped out the Green Bamboo Association!” Philix’s heart rate increased, the shock
echoing in his voice.
“Has he gone mad? Using the Heavenly Martial Arts Order to deal with a small fry like the Green
Bamboo Association?” Ster’s face darkened to an unsettling shade.
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“Such a waste!” Ster grumbled, his words loaded with the weight of disbelief.
“Actually, it has done me a big favor,” Philix said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It eased
the tension in the room.
“What do you mean, Warden?” Ster looked puzzled.
“The Ten Juggernauts of the Green Bamboo Association were involved in that incident ago,” Philix said.
His eyes narrowed as they filled with an icy resolve.
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Just as he was about to pocket his phone, another message buzzed in: [The Smiling Grim Reaper and
the Seven Juggernauts were headed to Goldenfalls at 2:00 am.]
Philix looked confused after reading the message, as if he had stumbled upon a puzzle piece that did
not fit anywhere. Ster glimpsed the information on Philix’s screen, his eyes widening like saucers./
The revtion they shared was too powerful to be hidden. It shone through their eyes as they locked
their gazes on each other.
“Driver, turn around. Head to Young Gardens,” Philix almost shouted, his voice tinged with
urgency.
“You guys can’t be serious. We’re dozens of kilometers out and now you want to go back?” the driver
comined.
“Shut your mouth and turn back when you’re told to!” Ster barked, his voice booming with a force that
sent a shiver down the driver’s spine.
Twenty minutester, they arrived at Young Gardens.
As expected, the corpses outside had been cleared away. Philix and Ster approached Christopher’s
tomb. Ster used a tree branch to scrape away the burned remains of the offerings. In no time, they
unearthed arge number of bone fragments.
After a meticulous inspection, Ster burst into excitement. “These are indeed skull fragments, and
there’s more than one skull!
“Warden, Nash is… He’s your kin!
“No wonder you felt a sense of familiarity with him. It’s because he shares your blood. He’s around the
same age as your son would be. I think he… he is your son!”
Ster was even more ted than Philix. He had a family of his own, but the warden had always been
a lone figure. Learning that Philix had a sessor brought a surge of happiness to his heart.
Philix dropped to his knees before Christopher’s grave, tears streaming down his face like rivers
breaking through a dam. “Dad, thank you for protecting my son.”