This time, no one knows what kind of bloody storm will sweep through the ancient martial arts world, nor how many lives will be lost to the underworld...

　　“What is the Six-Year Turmoil?”

　　On the side, Claire Bailey saw the expressions of the three change and couldn’t help but ask. Clearly, her family background hadn’t yet qualified her to know this secret.

　　Claire Carter suppressed the fear in her heart, steadied herself, glanced at Claire Bailey, and simply said, “Claire, it’s better if you don’t know about these things. Just remember, in the next few months, if any chaos breaks out, don’t go join the excitement—stay as far away as possible.”

　　“This…”

　　“Miss Sullivan, let me take you to see William King.”

　　Claire Carter spoke, without giving Claire Bailey a detailed explanation, and instead gestured to Emma Sullivan. As they walked toward the interior of the villa, she couldn’t help but ask again, “Miss Sullivan, William King... is he really a martial artist?”

　　Emma Sullivan and Lily exchanged a glance.

　　Claire Carter was a freshman at Linjiang City University, living most of the time with her sister, and often saw her so-called brother-in-law. How could she not know whether William King was a martial artist?

　　Was it that they had gotten the information wrong, or...

　　“There’s no point in talking about this now. Once we meet William King in person and ask, everything will become clear.”

Chapter 2: The Northern Moon Sword God

　　“This way.”

　　Claire Carter led Emma Sullivan into the villa.

　　Along the way, they encountered a bodyguard and two servants, all of whom greeted Claire Carter respectfully.

　　However, as Claire Carter led Emma Sullivan and Lily along, Emma Sullivan couldn’t help but look a bit puzzled...

　　Finally, the group of four stopped in front of a door in the most secluded corner of the first floor.

　　Emma Sullivan glanced around. If she wasn’t mistaken, the left side of this room was the courtyard, and the right side was the storage room.

　　“Does Mr. William King not live with Miss Claire Carter?”

　　Emma Sullivan asked. She didn’t even need to guess to see that this room couldn’t possibly be the master bedroom.

　　“Him? Hmph! What makes him worthy of my sister!”

　　Claire Carter snorted lightly.

　　Family scandals shouldn’t be aired in public, so in front of Emma Sullivan, she didn’t say much more. She simply stepped forward and knocked on the door.

　　“Knock knock!”

　　After a moment, a voice came from inside.

　　“Come in.”

　　“Click!”

　　The door was pushed open, revealing a rather tidy room to the four of them.

　　The room was not small, over forty square meters, and even had its own bathroom. At this moment, at a computer desk not far from the bed, a man who looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, wearing black-rimmed glasses and exuding a faint scholarly air, was looking in their direction.

　　Seeing this bespectacled, gentle-looking man, the somewhat starstruck Lily immediately brightened, while Emma Sullivan was slightly taken aback. This time, she couldn’t help but wonder if they had gotten their information wrong.

　　Could someone who looked like an office worker really be a veteran ancient martial artist who lived on the edge of life and death?

　　“William King?”

　　“That’s me.”

　　The man with glasses replied calmly. He glanced at the group, but didn’t greet Claire Carter, his sister-in-law.

　　This alone showed that the family’s relationships were far from harmonious.

　　However, Emma Sullivan had no interest in the family gossip. She quickly took a file folder from her briefcase, pulled out six sheets of A4 paper, and said, “Mr. William King, I am Emma Sullivan, an officer from the Martial Arts Association of Green Province. You are an ancient martial artist, correct? We need to record some information. Would you please cooperate with us?”

　　Not only Lily, but also Claire Carter and Claire Bailey, who had come with them, stared at William King with curiosity, as if trying to see through him.

　　William King looked at the information form Emma Sullivan handed over, then his gaze returned to Emma Sullivan. “Martial Arts Association, ancient martial artist... I haven’t set foot in the ancient martial arts world for many years. There’s no need for me to register.”

　　As soon as William King finished speaking, Claire Carter couldn’t help but exclaim, “You really are an ancient martial artist?”

　　“There’s nothing to make a fuss about.”

　　William King glanced at Claire Carter and replied.

　　Emma Sullivan let out a slight sigh of relief. When she first saw William King, she thought she had found the wrong person.

　　“So Mr. William King is a senior who has retired from the ancient martial arts world. Please don’t worry, Mr. William King, we’re just registering your information, nothing else. May I ask you a few questions?”

　　“Go ahead.”

　　William King nodded.

　　The Martial Arts Association...

　　That was a terrifying behemoth, backed by the state. No sect in the martial arts world could compete with it.

　　“Who was your master, Mr. William King?”

　　“Back then, I casually learned a few moves from an old senior, then spent some time at the Beidou Sect.”

　　“Beidou Sect...”

　　“That sect that switched to the fitness industry? I think at its peak, it only produced a second-tier martial artist...”

　　Lily muttered.