“Lincoln Sword Sect actually entrusted such an important task to an outsider?”

William Mason's cultivation may not be high, but his insight is quite remarkable. He was rather surprised by the boldness of Lincoln Sword Sect.

“An outsider? At that time, Xuantian SectDavid Foster couldn't really be considered an outsider.”

Hannah Grant smiled and said, “Our Lincoln Sword Sect and Xuantian Sect had established relations for many years. At that time, our relationship was already extremely close, to the point of almost merging the sects. That disciple of Xuantian Sect's sect master, David Foster, the future sect master of Xuantian Sect, was deeply in love with the beloved daughter of our acting sect master Samuel Lincoln, Olivia Lincoln. He was practically half a son-in-law to Samuel Lincoln. If even someone with such a status couldn't be trusted, then I'm afraid there would be no suitable candidate in all of Lincoln Sword Sect.”

“Senior Mason, don't interrupt.”

Emily Grant shot William Mason a look and eagerly continued to ask, “And then? What happened next?”

“In fact, the patriarch's plan proved to be quite successful. In the first few years, at every critical moment, we would receive intelligence from David Foster, allowing us to turn the tide. Several times, with David Foster's secret assistance, we even managed to kill two branch masters of the Holy Demon Hall, dealing a heavy blow to their strength. At that time, everyone saw the dawn of Lincoln Sword Sect destroying the Holy Demon Hall. Even the patriarch and then-sect master Samuel Lincoln thought so. The elders of the sect even secretly decided that, thanks to David Foster's tremendous contributions, the day the Holy Demon Hall was destroyed would be the day he took over Lincoln Sword Sect.”

Hannah Grant seemed quite familiar with this part and recounted it casually.

“The sect master of Lincoln Sword Sect!”

“My goodness, to become the sect master of Lincoln Sword Sect—how astonishing, how magnificent would that be!?”

“Unfortunately, later... everything changed.”

After speaking, she glanced at Steven Scott.

Steven Scott saw this and calmly added, “The cause may have been the Holy Demon Hall master Richard Quinn's persuasive tactics, or perhaps David Foster was fickle in love, entangled in a dubious relationship with Richard Quinn's granddaughter Grace Quinn. The legendary David Foster was highly valued in the Holy Demon Hall, beyond imagination. Richard Quinn even took him as his last disciple, naming him the successor to the next Hall Master. All these temptations and power unleashed the ambition in David Foster's heart... In the end, he fell.”

“He fell?”

Steven Scott nodded. “David Foster became the greatest traitor to both Xuantian Sect and Lincoln Sword Sect. He betrayed the trust of the elders of both sects, betrayed his beloved, betrayed everything. At that moment, our Lincoln Sword Sect's greatest founding ancestor John Lincoln Sr. and the Holy Demon Hall master Richard Quinn fought, both suffering heavy injuries. While they were recuperating, all the experts of Lincoln Sword Sect worked together to heal the ancestor and suppress his injuries, and could not be disturbed in the slightest. But at that very moment... David Foster arrived, bringing with him the Holy Demon Hall's vice hall master Charles Goodwin, who also possessed mythic-level cultivation, as well as several branch hall masters.”

“Ah!”

At this point, both Emily Grant and William Mason cried out in shock.

“At the critical moment, the people of Xuantian Sect, led by senior brother Eric Longman, arrived just in time. It was thanks to the desperate, bloody battle of countless disciples of Xuantian Sect that the high-level members of Lincoln Sword Sect were able to continue their secluded healing, buying precious time. But the price Xuantian Sect paid in that battle was unimaginably tragic.”

“Annihilation.”

Hannah Grant added, “All disciples of Xuantian Sect who participated in the battle died. Thousands of powerful cultivators perished, including the half-god level sect master... And you would never guess who killed that sect master in the end.”

“Who?”

Hannah Grant glanced at the others and calmly gave the answer: “It was David Foster!”

“Ungrateful wretch!”

“Heartless traitor!”

At this, the already passionate Emily Grant and William Mason couldn't help but curse furiously. Even Matthew Grant, the well-traveled merchant, looked quite shocked. “That David Foster actually committed such a heinous act of betraying his teachers and ancestors?”

“It was indeed hard for many to believe, but this scene was personally recorded by senior brother Eric Longman, and the evidence is irrefutable. No one could doubt it.”

As Steven Scott spoke, his expression was full of emotion.

“And then? What happened to that deranged madman? Did he die? If it were up to me, I would have had him cut into a thousand pieces, skinned and flayed!”

Emily Grant looked indignant, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

Her kind heart could hardly imagine that anyone in the world could be so vicious and cruel.

“Deranged madman?”

The young man in green, named Xuantian Sect, chuckled softly but made no further comment.

“Of course he died.”