Once the first question was resolved, Yvonne Foster began to feel troubled. If it had been before he knew the origin of these medicines, he could have used them with a clear conscience. But now that he knew where they came from, using them would make him feel guilty. After all, The Foster Family and The Harris Family belonged to the same sect, and it would be hard to justify seizing the wealth that others had accumulated over hundreds or even thousands of years. However, when it came to returning these things, Yvonne Foster was a bit reluctant—the spiritual pills and herbs in the ring were simply too tempting.

After tossing and turning in bed and thinking it over all night, Yvonne Foster finally decided to return the two rings to The Harris Family. Some people might call him foolish, but Yvonne Foster was just that kind of person—upright and inflexible, always seeking a clear conscience in his actions. Although he was ruthless in killing, his kind nature was always hidden deep in his heart. It was precisely because of this that, in his previous life, he couldn’t bear the life of an assassin. Even when he was in extreme pain, he never thought of betraying the organization, simply because the organization had given him a steamed bun and saved his life when he was at his lowest.

In fact, back in the assassin training camp, Yvonne Foster’s psychological qualities were not up to standard at all. Originally, his fate was to be eliminated, but the organization’s higher-ups, seeing his skills far surpassed his peers, decided to give him a try. After that, Yvonne Foster lived up to the organization’s expectations. After experiencing countless killings and betrayals, he finally made it to the top of the assassin rankings. But at that point, although Yvonne Foster had escaped the organization’s clutches, he could not escape the condemnation of his own conscience.

The only person from The Harris Family that Yvonne Foster knew was Lucas Harris. Because his father and Lucas Harris were both in the Demon-Slaying Group B, they were very familiar with each other and got along well. Plus, this person was a direct descendant of The Harris Family, so handing the rings to him would be the right choice.

However, how to return the rings was also a problem. If he handed them directly to Lucas Harris, he would have to explain where the rings came from. But Yvonne Foster didn’t want anyone to know that he had killed a Golden Core expert—that would make him famous in the town and the center of attention, something he, who was used to hiding in the shadows, could not bear.

Early the next morning, Yvonne Foster left the house without even eating breakfast and headed in the direction of The Harris Family.

When he returned last night, he had been in a hurry to get home and hadn’t paid much attention. It wasn’t until he came to the east side of the city again today that Yvonne Foster truly felt the immense pain that last night’s enemy attack had brought to Maple Forest Town.

All along the way, everywhere he looked was filled with ruins and broken tiles. People clutching the corpses of their loved ones and wailing could be seen everywhere. Even someone as hardened as Yvonne Foster, who had been an assassin, couldn’t help but feel a wave of sorrow in his heart.

The Harris Family was one of the first places to catch fire last night, so it suffered the most. The entire Harris residence was almost completely burned to the ground, leaving only the foundation and the surrounding walls. In what used to be a spacious garden, nearly three hundred makeshift coffins were now neatly arranged, and the tragic atmosphere was suffocating.

Yvonne Foster didn’t go in; he just stood on the wall, searching. From a distance, he saw a man with fiery red spiky hair, strikingly handsome, dressed in white mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the coffins and keeping vigil. After a moment’s hesitation, he gritted his teeth and flicked the rings over using a hidden weapon technique, then turned and left, feeling indescribably dejected. Watching such a great fortune slip from his hands, no one could feel happy—especially when that fortune would have been of great help to him.

Lucas Harris heard the sound of wind in his ears and was startled, instinctively wanting to dodge. When he saw that it was the two most important spatial rings lost from his home last night, he quickly reached out to catch them, his face lighting up with joy. He naturally knew what was inside the rings. With these magical treasures and spiritual pills, The Harris Family could recover its strength in a hundred years. But judging by the rings’ appearance, the sealing formation had clearly been broken. Who could be so noble as to return them?

Lucas Harris quickly leapt to a high spot and looked around. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a small, somewhat dejected figure hurrying away. Connecting this with a video a friend had shown him not long ago, Lucas Harris couldn’t help but smile slightly. Was it that child from The Foster Family? What an interesting kid. If I weren’t too busy to take on a disciple right now, I might have tried to compete for him myself.

What Yvonne Foster didn’t expect was that this action of his would further fuel the battle for disciples at the summit of Lang Mountain. After hearing Lucas Harris’s account, those powerful elders, seeing this youth as an outstanding choice in both character and talent, grew more and more fond of him, unwilling to let him go.

Of course, Yvonne Foster knew nothing of this. At this moment, he was still regretting his generosity just now: with just a few bottles of those spiritual pills, his parents’ cultivation could have been raised to the Golden Core level. Why hadn’t he thought to keep a little for himself? He really was hopelessly stupid.