“We are staff members of the National Martial Arts Association, Green Province Branch. I am Lily, and this is Emma Sullivan. We are responsible for registering martial arts experts who are not yet on the national roster, in order to facilitate unified management. Here are our credentials. Would it be possible for us to meet with Mr. William King?”

Faced with work, the ponytailed girl responded in a rather proper manner.

“Martial arts expert? William King? Him?”

The girl couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and after a moment, as if she had thought of something amusing, she quickly waved toward the inside of the villa: “Hey, Little Claire, Little Claire, come here! Someone’s looking for your so-called brother-in-law William King, and they’re saying your so-called brother-in-law is actually a martial arts master.”

“Claire Bailey, what nonsense are you spouting? What so-called brother-in-law William King? My brother-in-law is Henry Foster!”

Amid the commotion, another girl walked out from the villa.

The moment this girl appeared, Lily and Emma Sullivan, who were waiting outside, couldn’t help but have their eyes light up.

This girl was wearing a cream-colored long dress, her brows arched like the moon, her eyes clear as autumn water, her delicate features perfectly set on her petite face. Her long, jet-black, silky hair draped over her shoulders, falling just to her slender waist, like a scroll of silk. Coupled with the youthful energy radiating from her, she could easily be called a goddess at any school.

“This must be the second young lady of the Qin family, Miss Claire Carter, right? Hello, I am Emma Sullivan, a staff member of the Green Province Martial Arts Association.”

Emma Sullivan greeted her politely.

Although Claire Carter was young, she had received a good upbringing. She nodded politely to Emma Sullivan, but after a moment, as if she had suddenly remembered something, she looked at Emma Sullivan in surprise: “Emma Sullivan? Emma Sullivan from the Nanyang Province Shen family?”

Emma Sullivan smiled and nodded: “Miss Claire Carter, we met at Uncle Meng’s banquet last September.”

“So it’s Miss Sullivan. Please, come inside, Miss Sullivan.”

Claire Carter was quite courteous to Emma Sullivan, and her polite demeanor surprised Lily a little.

Those who could join the Martial Arts Association generally had some connection to the martial arts world, and those ancient martial clans wielded great power, living quite well in society. Her own The Lily Family was the same, though their influence, while considerable, was still a bit less than that of the The Carter Family. She had heard of the Nanyang The Sullivan Family, which was quite influential in Nanyang Province, but judging from Claire Carter’s attitude toward Emma Sullivan... it seemed their influence was more than just considerable.

“Miss Carter, you’re too kind. May we meet with Mr. William King? We have a task to complete and need to register Mr. William King’s information.”

“Register William King’s information?”

Claire Carter was a bit stunned by Emma Sullivan’s words: “William King is also an ancient martial artist? And one who can be registered by the Martial Arts Association?”

Claire Bailey was equally surprised. Although her background was nowhere near as impressive as Claire Carter’s, she knew a bit about the Martial Arts Association. Unlike the common guilds found everywhere, the Martial Arts Association was a national agency, specifically responsible for managing those unruly, lawless ancient martial artists. The power it wielded was no less than that of the police, prosecutors, and courts, and in special times, its authority even surpassed them.

Such a powerful agency didn’t concern itself with just anyone. Martial artists who could be registered by the Martial Arts Association were, without exception, those whose strength was beyond the control of law enforcement. In the entire Green Province, there were fewer than a hundred martial artists qualified to be registered by the Association.

“Miss Sullivan, could there be some mistake?”

There was a hint of disbelief in Claire Carter’s tone.

William King?

That man who was almost invisible at home, who rarely spoke and hardly had any say—he was actually qualified to be registered by the Martial Arts Association?

“We’re just following orders from above, Miss Carter. It’s a critical time right now, and every martial artist needs to be recorded. In the past half month, we’ve already registered over a hundred new people.”

“Over a hundred new registrations...”

Claire Carter and Claire Bailey seemed to understand—every martial artist had to be recorded...

But the fact that William King was a martial artist was still hard for them to believe.

“Miss Sullivan, why is there such a big push to register all martial artists? May I ask if something has happened?”

By now, Claire Carter had regained her composure and asked calmly, fully displaying the good upbringing of the The Carter Family.

“Well...”

Emma Sullivan glanced at Claire Carter, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Believe me, even if I don’t say anything, the elders of the The Carter Family will warn you in due time. If you do the math, the deadline for the Six-Year Chaos is just a few months away.”

“The Six-Year Chaos?”

Claire Carter was momentarily stunned, then as if recalling some topics her elders had discussed in passing, her pretty face instantly turned pale, and a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.

Claire Carter’s reaction was within the expectations of Emma Sullivan and Lily. The two exchanged glances, each seeing the worry in the other’s eyes.

The chaos that comes every six years...