Standing up, his bones trembled and emitted a few soft cracks. William Parker glanced once more into the depths of the mist. He wanted to tell his master the secret of the crystal orb, but without his master's permission, it was impossible for him to enter the illusion array within the mist. Moreover, with his master's strength, if he was still around, he should have sensed that something had happened to William Parker.

William Parker swept his gaze around, his figure flickering—swift as a leopard, agile as a monkey. Before long, William Parker arrived at a mountain waterfall, went straight into the pool before it, washed himself, and smoothed out his hair, letting it fall loosely down his back. He didn’t want to return to the bustling city and be surrounded by crowds as if he were a wild man.

After waiting for his tattered clothes to dry, William Parker put them back on, stood up again, and headed toward the winding mountain road!

Chapter 3: The Beauty at Home

Jinghua Community in Tianjing City was considered a very high-end neighborhood. The people living here were all either rich or powerful. Outside an ordinary villa, William Parker stood under the night sky, staring blankly at what used to be his home.

Having lived deep in the mountains for three years, William Parker felt a trace of melancholy and unfamiliarity upon returning to this bustling city. However, he quickly shook off these feelings. Taking advantage of the night, William Parker ran straight back from Tianmai Mountain, choosing hidden paths. Although Tianjing City had changed a lot in three years, William Parker was still very familiar with the location of the home where he had lived for sixteen years. With his wind-like speed, he encountered no trouble on the way.

But at this moment, William Parker frowned slightly. The villa was brightly lit—someone was living there. However, the garden in front of the villa hadn’t changed at all; it was almost exactly the same as three years ago, which filled William Parker with a strong sense of familiarity.

In William Parker’s memory, he had no relatives left. So who was living in his home now? With a trace of doubt, William Parker flickered forward, easily leaping over the unguarded gate and slipping into the villa.

The security code for the door hadn’t changed; it was still the same as before. Entering the code, William Parker quickly arrived at a door. This was where his family had once lived. A bunch of keys appeared in his hand—when he was pushed off the cliff, these keys had stayed with him ever since. Now, they had lost their luster, looking dull and even speckled with rust.

Without hesitation, William Parker inserted the key into the lock. With a click, he pushed the door open. This was his home, after all, so William Parker felt no scruples. He wanted to see who was living here.

As he opened the door, the first thing that caught his eye was a young girl’s beautiful face. Her long, flowing black hair was wet and casually draped over her shoulders. She had a classic oval face, skin as white and tender as mutton fat jade—so delicate it seemed a breeze could break it. Beneath her long lashes were a pair of bright, star-like eyes.

The awkward part was, at this moment, the girl was wearing only a pair of panties; everything else was exposed. A bath towel was draped loosely over her shoulders, her hand resting on it as if she had been drying herself. The unique fragrance after a bath wafted through the air, refreshing and intoxicating. Her prominent curves were especially eye-catching.

Even after living in the mountains for years, William Parker was still a normal man. Seeing this scene, his gaze froze instantly, and his blood began to race. The girl across from him was also frozen in place. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the night’s silence. The girl hurriedly clutched the towel to her body, glaring angrily at the ragged but handsome man before her. His hair seemed even longer than hers, and was a tangled mess.

“Pervert! Creep! Get out, now!” the girl roared at William Parker, her prominent curves, hidden beneath the towel, heaving with embarrassment and anger.

“Why should I leave?” William Parker replied calmly, nearly making the girl lose her mind. Her face alternated between red and pale as she glared fiercely at William Parker. Even in her anger, there was a certain charm to her. What frustrated her most was that William Parker showed not the slightest blush as he spoke, his eyes still roaming over her body, yet he pretended to look innocent, as if he were the victim.

No longer wanting to argue with William Parker, the girl turned and ran into a room. William Parker heard a loud slam as the door was shut. He was momentarily stunned—this was the very room he had lived in years ago. Glancing around, the sense of familiarity grew even stronger. William Parker noticed that everything here—the arrangement and furnishings—was exactly the same as three years ago, not a single thing had changed. This puzzled him even more. If someone had moved in, why was his home still exactly as it had been?

Before long, the girl came out of the room again, now wearing a white dress with a hint of transparency. This mysterious, hazy beauty was especially alluring under the lights, sparking the imagination.

“Bastard!” she glared furiously at William Parker and charged at him, raising her right leg high and kicking straight at William Parker, the kick whistling through the air with great force.