Martin raised his head, tears streaming down his face. He was feeling both sorrow and excitement.


    "My son, I''ll dismember Nash and avenge your spirit in heaven today!"


    "Martin, Nash''s strength is unfathomable. Don''t act rashly," Torak warned.


    "Second Master, your Mystique Loyalty Realm cultivation has been restricted, hasn''t it? I suspect Nash''s cultivation is also restricted. Otherwise, he wouldn''t be carrying a spear for protection!" Jaskier said as his eyes gleamed with wisdom.


    Hearing this, Torak gave Jaskier an approving look and replied, "There''s no restriction on your grandmaster-level cultivation, and the same goes for Martin''s great-grandmaster-level cultivation. I suspect cultivations at the Profound Reality Realm and above have been restricted.


    "If that''s the case, Nash is now no different from an ordinary person. It''s the perfect opportunity to kill him!"


    "I''ll go kill him right now!" Unable to wait any longer, Martin started to go toward the depths of the jungle. Every minute Nash was allowed to live was a disrespect to his deceased son.


    "Jaskier, go with your uncle. After you two kill Nash, I''ll credit you for your achievement," Torak stroked his beard and said.


    Eight members of the Klein family had entered the secret realm, but they were separated as soon as they did. Fortunately, Torak still had Martin and Jaskier by his side. The secret realm had restricted their cultivation, with the great-grandmaster level being the ceiling. With Martin''s stage seven great-grandmaster strength, he could navigate the secret realm practically unhindered.


    "Yes, Second Master!" Jaskier nodded, his expression excited. It was not the prospect of killing Nash that thrilled him but the fact that Lana was also on this deserted ind.


    Lana was the beauty of Capiton, the dream goddess of countless men. He would not darey a finger on her outside, but in this secret realm, she was at his mercy. He was already envisioning various intimate interactions with her. "Lana, here Ie! Woot, woot!"


    ...


    Lana helped Nash back to the shelter, and they remained silent on the way. Only when they were sitting by the fire did Nash hoarsely suggest, "Why not... take it off and dry it?"


    "No need!" Lana responded, blushing deeply.


    She could not find a container for water earlier, so she used her bra as a makeshift vessel. Nash had woken up when she was feeding him water.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    "Wearing wet clothes can cause rheumatism," Nash added.


    Lana suddenly remembered why she had gone looking for Nash in the first ce and replied, "There are other people on the ind."


    Nash''s eyes narrowed at that. "Go find some stones."


    Puzzled, Lana asked, "What do you need the stones for?"


    "Don''t ask too many questions, just go!" Nash replied sternly.


    Biting her lip, Lana got up and went outside to gather some stones. After finding some, she threw them at Nash''s feet, two of them actually hitting him.


    This damn woman must have done it on purpose.


    Nash did not bother arguing with her. He just grabbed the sharpened spearhead and started carving array patterns into the stones. People were more dangerous than demons on this deserted ind. Friend or foe he could not afford to let his guard down.


    The stone shattered the moment Nash tried carving the pattern, however. A carving knife was required for carving array patterns but the one Tatiana gave him was in his storage ring. Nash frowned when an idea popped into his mind.


    "Lana,e over here..."


    Lana walked over to Nash with a handful of stones in ehr hands. After putting down the stones, she asked, "What do you want?" "Sit in front of me..."


    "Huh?"


    "Hurry up!" Nash urged impatiently.


    Lana reluctantly sat on the grass in front of Nash. Nash moved forward until his chest was pressing against Lana''s back.


    Lana''s body trembled slightly as she asked nervously, "Mr. Calcraft, what are you doing?"