Without waiting for Grace Miller to speak, he took the lead and went out the door with Charlotte Harris to talk, leaving the old man and the young man behind, staring at each other from three steps apart.

“小伙子叫什么？”

“What’s your name, young man?”

“老家伙怎么叫？”

“And what’s your name, old man?”

“你师父是谁？”

“Who is your master?”

“你爷爷是哪一个？”

“Which one is your grandfather?”

The sword god possessed by Grace Miller had ascended to the Heavenly Court for a thousand years already, and with several lifetimes of cultivation before that, his age added up to nearly two thousand years. Naturally, he didn’t take mortal elders seriously.

“Heh, young man, don’t be too arrogant.”

“Haha, old man, don’t be too stubborn.”

The old man glared at Grace Miller, thinking to himself that he couldn’t beat him, so he couldn’t rely on his seniority at all. He had no idea that this “peerless master” was like water without a source once separated from Charlotte Harris, with only a single “handshake-level” move, the “Sword Qi Finger,” left to use, and nothing else to defend himself.

Grace Miller stood tall and proud, glaring back at the old man, his right index finger lightly drawing circles on the floor, looking ready to strike at any moment, though in truth it was all for show.

The old man glanced at the corpse on the ground, feeling a bit uneasy. The young man before him possessed a level of power he had never seen in his life. If he suddenly struck again, the old man might not be able to withstand it.

Grace Miller also glanced at the oblivious Robert Morgan, feeling a bit uneasy himself. The old man before him was no ordinary martial artist. If he launched a surprise attack, after Grace Miller used his one low-level “Sword Qi Finger,” he’d be left defenseless.

Both harbored their own schemes, but fortunately, before long, the old woman and Charlotte Harris returned. Charlotte Harris’s eyes were red, as if she had cried again, and her cheeks were flushed, leaving Grace Miller quite puzzled.

The old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked back behind the old woman.

Grace Miller also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and tried to take Charlotte Harris’s hand again, but Charlotte Harris hid her hand behind her back and managed to avoid him.

The old woman spoke:

“I’ve delivered what needed to be said. I ask Miss Harris to heed my advice: a gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years. There’s no need to rush. As for this Young Master Miller, if you can act chivalrously and help a weak girl, then we are fellow cultivators. Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?”

“Otherwise, there are many cultivators in the world, and among the strong, there are always stronger ones. Young Master Miller, you are still far from being number one in the world.”

Grace Miller raised his head in silence, thinking: In a few days, after I avenge my wife and retrieve my inner core, let’s see who else dares to call themselves “number one in the world” in front of me.

The old woman then said to Charlotte Harris:

“Please remember those few words, miss. Never speak them aloud, especially when you’re with this Young Master Miller.”

Grace Miller was furious and was about to explode, but Charlotte Harris quickly interjected:

“Don’t worry, Granny Sullivan, Sword God brother is a good person, he wouldn’t…”

By the end, her face was red again.

Granny Sullivan let out a cold laugh, pulled the old man, and turned to leave. When they reached the door, she said:

“The better a person is, the more you need to be on guard.”

With that, she and the old man suddenly disappeared into the night.

Grace Miller was very puzzled by Granny Sullivan’s words—what were those important words that must never be spoken? As soon as the two left, he urgently asked:

“Who are those two old folks? What did they say to you?”

Charlotte Harris smiled and said:

“They’re not just old folks, they have quite a background.”

“I think they’re just con artists.”

“No, no, they’re good friends of my uncle, and they came especially to help me.”

“Uncle?”

“Yes, I have an uncle. When I was very young, he was taken away by a Daoist to cultivate. I heard my father mention him, but I never paid much attention. When my uncle heard that my father was framed by a treacherous minister, he wanted to come out of seclusion to avenge him and clear his name. But there’s still one hurdle left in his cultivation, so he entrusted Granny Sullivan and Grandpa Sullivan to tell me not to rush for revenge, and to wait until he finishes his cultivation and comes out—then he’ll take care of everything.”

Grace Miller grew anxious when he heard this. First, who knew how long this “uncle” would remain in seclusion, and second, if the credit for revenge was taken by him, his own claim to his wife would be in jeopardy.

“He sure is patient. What do you think? With me here, we can get revenge in just a few days.”

Charlotte Harris lowered her head and thought for a while, then blushed and said:

“Of course, the sooner we get revenge, the better. Besides, I’ve never met this uncle, and I don’t know how much of his promise is true and how much is empty talk.”

Grace Miller slapped his thigh in delight and said:

“That’s right, exactly! For something as important as revenge, it’s best if we do it ourselves.”

Grace Miller was so excited that he didn’t notice Charlotte Harris blushing. In fact, Charlotte Harris’s words about avenging as soon as possible were actually a hint that her agreement with “Sword God brother” was still valid. Grace Miller, full of mischievous thoughts about “becoming husband and wife,” failed to catch on at this moment and asked:

“The old woman also mentioned some words that mustn’t be spoken. What are they?”

Charlotte Harris blushed even more, turned away, and said:

“I’m not telling you.”

Grace Miller was so teased by Charlotte Harris’s girlish shyness that he could hardly stand it. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms, so he raised both hands to his mouth and blew, laughing:

“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to tickle you!”

Charlotte Harris let out an “ah” and ran to the side, still with her back to Grace Miller, and said:

“It’s fine if I tell you.”

“Hehe, I knew Sister Charlotte wouldn’t keep secrets from me. What is it?”

“Granny Sullivan taught me a ‘Chastity Mantra.’”