“Master, Adrian Master, I finally found you. Please accept me as your disciple, I promise I won’t bring you shame!”

Aldrich said excitedly.

The old man rolled his eyes, glanced at the very quiet Owen standing to the side, and said with a smile, “Why are you looking for me? You bought the book, a deal is a deal. If you want to become a master, just study on your own.”

Aldrich wasn’t a fool; on the contrary, he was quite sharp. He immediately grinned and said, “Master, your profound skills are far beyond my comprehension. Honestly, it’s not a big deal if I can’t learn them, but I’m afraid I’ll tarnish your golden reputation in the future!”

“Heh, you brat. Although your talent is average, I’ll make do and accept you. But let me warn you first: if you can’t endure hardship, you’d better give up now.”

With a thud, Aldrich knelt in front of the old man, his heart bursting with joy beyond words. Ever since he met Owen, his luck had been on the rise, and now he had such an opportunity.

“Master, don’t worry. Even if I have to go through fire and water, your disciple will never flinch. Look, Adrian, Aldrich, Master, our names are such a perfect match. This bond between master and disciple was destined eight hundred years ago!”

Aldrich said with great respect.

The old man was amused. Actually, that Owen had even greater talent, but unfortunately, he wasn’t of the Garuda clan, so learning would be twice the effort for half the result. As for Aldrich, his aptitude was only above average, but sometimes it all came down to fate. This kid suited his taste, and their personalities matched. Surely, there would be many interesting things in the future, so he accepted this disciple.

“Master, Owen is also very talented, really. He’s super smart. Please take him as your disciple too. In the future, we brothers will travel the Boruo Realm and spread your fame far and wide.”

Aldrich hadn’t forgotten his buddy; he and Owen got along extremely well.

The old man looked at Owen. He himself was a bit tempted, always feeling there was something strange about this kid—hard to describe, but definitely not an ordinary person. He had the same feeling about Mason Carter, though Mason Carter exuded a domineering spiritual power from his very bones.

“Kid, what do you say?”

These two were really opposites—one talked endlessly, the other was unusually quiet.

“Adrian senior, you can’t teach him.”

Before Owen could answer, someone else spoke for him. Two figures appeared.

It was Mason Carter and Grace Maxwell.

Adrian rolled his eyes. “Oh, it’s you, brat. What, your old man wants to take disciples now? Are you looking down on me?”

Mason Carter stared intently at Owen, suppressing his excitement… and even a trace of nervousness. This was a feeling he’d only had the first time he challenged his father.

“Senior, that’s not what I mean. It’s just that this person’s strength surpasses even mine. I fear no one in this world can teach him—not even my father.”

Mason Carter never underestimated himself. For someone he couldn’t defeat with his own talent, it was unimaginable who his master might be, but surely a peerless figure.

Boruo and the Underworld were vast, with many places rarely visited by people, and many reclusive geniuses who shunned the spotlight.

Adrian was stunned. “The rumors are true?”

He stared at Owen as if trying to see through him. Impossible! To be able to defeat Mason Carter? That’s a joke. Although there was a strange aura, there was no spiritual power to speak of.

When Mason Carter and Grace Maxwell appeared together, Aldrich became nervous. He never imagined he’d see the two of them up close. He felt so useless, he couldn’t even speak from the nerves.

But the shock was just beginning. The frail Owen was actually the master who defeated Mason Carter?

Aldrich felt like the world was upside down. Owen? A peerless master? He couldn’t even imagine it in his wildest dreams.

“Brother Suo, may I ask your full name?”

Mason Carter cupped his hands and asked.

Standing to the side, Grace Maxwell looked at this young man, about their age or even a bit younger, with a pale face and seemingly frail body. The key was, there was no sign of power at all. She couldn’t tell what clan he was from—maybe a mixed blood. Defeated Mason Carter?

Honestly, even though Mason Carter admitted it himself, she still couldn’t imagine what kind of supreme skill could defeat someone with the Heavenly Demon Art.

Owen smiled, as if more interested in the singing and dancing around them, but people had already started to notice them, and the crowd was growing restless. This was getting boring.

“Emily Owen.”

Mason Carter frowned as well. He didn’t want this opportunity to be ruined. “Princess Wushuang, is there a quieter place?”

“Hehe, everyone, please follow me.”

Grace Maxwell led the way. The royal hunting grounds should be quiet now, and there was plenty of space to move around.

Everyone has curiosity, especially about things like this. Grace Maxwell was no exception.

With Grace Maxwell present, there were obviously no obstacles, and Aldrich also got a chance to get closer to his idols.

“This is my last disciple. In the future, he will be the one to defeat you!”

That’s how the old man introduced Aldrich.

Aldrich's face flushed red. Boasting behind someone’s back was one thing, but now that he was clear-headed, he knew his own limits. Mason Carter was like a towering mountain range—even with such a master, it would still be incredibly difficult.