Mason Carter sincerely admired the charm of this battle dance. Grace Maxwell's mastery in this area was on par with his own in martial arts, only their paths of pursuit were different. No wonder King Kinnara was so proud—Kinnaras enter martial arts through song and dance. As one of the Eight Tribes, their combat power was by no means weak. However, transforming the realm of song and dance into combat strength required a process, making them a bit slower. In the past, Mason Carter might have wanted to challenge Grace Maxwell, but now, that desire was gone.

Before defeating that person, he had no other goals!

Mason Carter was one of the few who could remain calm in front of Grace Maxwell's battle dance. King Kinnara saw the clarity in Mason Carter's eyes and sighed. Young people nowadays seemed even more persistent than they were back then. But whether this was a good or bad thing, no one could say.

Aldrich had long since lost track of where he was. His eyes and mind were filled with that graceful figure. To possess her? He dared not—that would be blasphemy. Just being able to see her, to follow her, was the greatest happiness in life.

Owen's eyes were a bit dazed. Even Her Majesty Emily Clark could not make him so entranced. The Kinnara's illusions were unrivaled in the world, but compared to the King of Enchantment, they were far inferior. Yet Owen felt no wariness; this kind of illusion was beautiful, meant to make people remember the most beautiful things, recall the most beautiful memories, and enjoy eternal happiness.

Suddenly, Owen's face turned deathly pale, his eyes flashed with a burst of purple light, and he regained clarity... In his memories, there was no happiness.

It was this instant change that made Mason Carter's eyes light up—he was here!

Although that aura vanished in a split second, Mason Carter's heart was now at ease. As long as he was in Kinnara City, he would definitely find him!

The battle dance ended, the music stopped, and a long silence followed. Everyone was savoring the moment, not wanting to let go, trying to hold on to that feeling.

Boom...

Thunderous cheers echoed through the sky. Grace Maxwell, peerless in the world!

Unmatched in both song and dance!

The carnival had officially begun.

The following time belonged to the people of Kinnara. As soon as the ceremony ended, Mason Carter disappeared—he was searching for his target. Even the usually composed Mason Carter now showed a trace of impatience.

His Night Demon Heavenly Wolf Sword had actually missed. This was his father's ultimate technique; it was impossible for it to have such a flaw. And he himself had practiced it to perfection, so making a mistake was out of the question. He hadn't stopped pondering these past days, but no matter what martial arts he considered, he found no clues.

He had never longed for battle as much as he did now!

"Unparalleled, go follow him. It's the carnival now—don't let Little Mason cause too much trouble."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In fact, Grace Maxwell also wanted to see just what kind of person could occupy the thoughts of someone like Mason Carter.

Chapter Fourteen: Another Challenge

The Queen had said that Mason Carter had now entered the early stage of the Spirit Guidance Realm. Although his connection to the heavens was not yet fully refined, among the younger generation, he had no rivals. You should know that the leading figures of the Eight Tribes' younger generation were generally at the Spirit Burst Realm, which was already very strong. They themselves had not been so accomplished at that age. It had to be said that after experiencing the war with the Underworld, the martial arts of the Boruo Realm had greatly improved. But for someone as young as Mason Carter to reach the Spirit Guidance Realm—even the Eight Heavenly Kings felt a bit envious.

Mason Carter naturally knew that Grace Maxwell was following him, but that was normal—this was Kinnara territory, after all. Right now, all his attention was focused on searching for that aura.

Although the other party hadn't used spiritual power, their aura was different from ordinary people. Others might not notice, but as the son of Lord Yamantaka, Mason Carter had seen all kinds of experts since childhood—calling him experienced was no exaggeration.

He could roughly determine the direction. As long as the other party was still here, he would definitely find them.

Owen and Aldrich were watching the performances by the roadside. Owen was thoroughly enjoying himself, while Aldrich was still in a half-dazed state. So beautiful! This kid was definitely considering joining the Kinnara tribe now. There were no strict boundaries between the Eight Tribes, and intermarriage was quite normal. However, bloodline was still highly emphasized among the royal families, so royal intermarriage was rare. If it did happen, one party would have to give up their rights.

After a while, Aldrich finally snapped out of his reverie. Looking at the focused Owen beside him, he couldn't help but smile. It was as if Owen had just come out of the deep mountains and forests, curious about everything. But precisely because of this, he never found him annoying.

"Owen, let's go back and practice. After witnessing Mason Carter's strength, I've decided to work hard. One day, I want to become a master like him!"

Aldrich clenched his fists tightly. He knew that if he wanted to follow Princess Grace Maxwell, he had to become strong. As he was now, he was nowhere near enough.

Pfft—a burst of old, mocking laughter came from nearby. It was blatant ridicule.

"Truly, ignorance is fearless. You want to be like Mason Carter? With your ability?"

Aldrich was instantly furious. Who was this blind fool? He had the secret techniques of the Garuda tribe's prodigies. With dedicated cultivation, he was sure to become a top expert—though whether he could understand them was another matter.

But when he saw who was laughing, Aldrich immediately beamed with joy. He slid over in a flash. "Master!"

The old man, who was eating candied hawthorn, instantly dodged away. "Go, go, who's your master, you brat? Don't go around calling people that."