A servant, his face drawn with worry, said repeatedly, “Steward George, there’s no mistake. Before Young Master Edward disappeared, he said he wanted to go to the north cliff of Wanren Mountain to overlook the whole of Burning Town. If he fell off the cliff, it could only have been here. But the north cliff is a thousand meters high and extremely steep. If he fell from there, I’m afraid Young Master Edward…”

Before he could finish, the middle-aged man in the brown robe coldly interrupted, “Shut up! If anything happens to Young Master Edward, you’ll go keep him company.”

The servant fell silent, pale with fear, not daring to say another word.

“Steward George, there’s no need to make things difficult for a servant. You know Edward Carter’s temper. Ever since his cultivation stalled, his mood has been very strange.”

Another middle-aged man, also in a brown robe and with a kindly face, sighed, “Standing on the north cliff to view the whole of Burning Town is Young Master Edward’s favorite thing to do. But in recent years, Young Master Edward’s temperament has become odd and his will depressed. If he couldn’t think things through for a moment…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: perhaps Young Master Edward couldn’t take it anymore and jumped off the cliff.

Hearing this, the others in the group nodded silently, agreeing inwardly.

Steward George looked up, his gaze sweeping over them like a blade at their throats, making everyone fall silent.

“Alive, we must see the person; dead, we must see the body. Even if you have to turn this place upside down, you must find out what happened to Young Master Edward.” Steward George gave the order in a deep voice and moved forward.

In the group, the kindly middle-aged man exchanged a glance with a burly, scar-faced man. They said nothing more and rushed down toward the north cliff of Wanren Mountain.

…

The mountain wind howled, cold as a blade, brushing over the treetops and scattering frost across the ground.

The nights on Wanren Mountain were extremely cold. Even in midsummer, a layer of frost covered everything.

On a rock, Edward Carter sat cross-legged, silver moonlight pouring down and draping him in a silvery glow.

“When the moon reaches its zenith, it should be soon.” Edward Carter murmured to himself.

In his previous life, he was rescued at this time. Judging by the time, The Carter Family’s rescue team should be nearby.

He closed his eyes, his ears twitching slightly. Instantly, every sound within a hundred zhang became clear—the rustling of grass in the wind, the chirping of insects, the leaping of beasts—all these sounds seemed to happen right before him.

Edward Carter was a bit surprised. With the cultivation of a ninth-rank martial apprentice, one could usually only hear movements within fifty zhang. His hearing clearly exceeded this range, comparable to that of a first-rank warrior.

Suddenly, an image appeared in his mind: Edward Carter saw, dozens of zhang away, trees swaying in the wind, branches and leaves trembling slightly.

Hearing as seeing!

Edward Carter couldn’t help but be amazed. This was already beyond the abilities of martial apprentices and warriors. It seemed that after the Battle Saint Body was awakened, his body had many peculiarities waiting for him to discover.

At this moment, the scene in his mind changed. Through “hearing as seeing,” Edward Carter “saw” a team carrying torches rushing over from a hundred zhang away.

At the front of the group were two middle-aged men, two of the three chief stewards of The Carter Family, both very familiar to Edward Carter. The one with sharp, blade-like features was Steward George, and the kindly one was Steward Franklin.

His gaze swept over everyone in the group and suddenly locked onto the burly, scar-faced man.

In his previous life, among the rescue team, Edward Carter only remembered George Reed and Franklin Lee; the others were outer courtyard guards of The Carter Family, whom he didn’t know well. However, when he was eighteen, something happened that left an indelible impression of the scar-faced man.

“Samuel Price!” Edward Carter mouthed the name.

Opening his eyes, Edward Carter saw the team burst out from the woods.

“Young Master Edward!” Seeing the youth on the rock, Steward George was overjoyed and hurried over.

“Uncle George.” Edward Carter gave a sincere smile. Steward George was the person his grandfather, Richard Carter, trusted most, and he had regarded him as family since childhood.

In his previous life, he was rescued thanks to Uncle George’s thorough search of the mountain. Otherwise, he might have died in the cave. Later, when Burning Town was attacked, Uncle George died in a sea of fire while covering the retreat of the The Carter Family’s children.

“Young Master Edward, are you hurt anywhere?” Checking Edward Carter’s condition and finding only some scrapes, Uncle George finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Uncle George, you’ve worked so hard. I’m fine, just a bit weak after regaining my strength.” Edward Carter replied softly.

“As long as you’re alright, as long as you’re alright.” Uncle George nodded and said, “The household has been in chaos. Now that you’re safe, we can finally be at ease.”

As he spoke, worried that Edward Carter might catch cold, Uncle George took off his brown robe and draped it over him.

Not far away, the others who had come along also smiled. The firelight shone on their faces, but there was little genuine joy in their expressions. Among the crowd, seeing Edward Carter safe and sound, Steward Franklin and the scar-faced man looked even more displeased.

Nearby, the servant had already thrown himself to the ground, weeping bitterly, claiming he hadn’t taken good care of Edward Carter and begging for punishment.

“This isn’t your fault. If you’d followed me up the north cliff, you probably wouldn’t have been as lucky as I was—you’d have fallen off the cliff and died without a trace.” Edward Carter smiled and helped the servant up.

“What!?”

“What happened?”

Everyone present was shocked, and the servant was dumbfounded on the spot, his expression blank, even forgetting to cry.