The middle-aged man said, “There’s been some commotion at Zhenlong Abyss recently, so we’re preparing to send people to investigate. We plan to have some of the younger disciples go, and since the sect’s recent competition just ended, we’ll include the top eight new disciples from the contest as a form of training.”

“It’s just that there are rumors your old rival has also appeared near Zhenlong Abyss. If Nephew Dawson is free these days, why not act as the team leader?”

He looked at Eric Dawson, his gaze full of expectation and admiration.

The young man before him possessed extraordinary martial talent, a true favored child of the heavens, a leader among his peers, and the pride of the younger generation of Guangcheng Mountain.

Those who could be compared to him were all geniuses among geniuses of the same age, the most outstanding prodigies and eccentrics from the top sects of the Eight Extremities World.

As one of the Four Young Masters of the current era, Guangcheng’s own Eric Dawson, though still young, was already a renowned talent throughout the Eight Extremities World. It was widely acknowledged that as long as he didn’t meet an untimely end, he would surely become a legendary figure in the future.

“Zhenlong Abyss, huh…” Eric Dawson pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. “Since I have nothing else to do, I’ll make the trip. I’ll look after the junior brothers and sisters.”

Eric Dawson understood the implication: there were also powerful young talents from other sects active near Zhenlong Abyss.

If they encountered them and their own young disciples were suppressed, it would be a blow to the sect’s reputation.

If a senior led the team, they naturally wouldn’t be bullied, but it would weaken the momentum of the younger generation.

With Eric Dawson leading, none of these would be issues.

As for himself, Eric Dawson was actually quite happy to get out and about, to observe this brand-new world firsthand and compare it with the information and memories in his mind.

What he wanted to find was also in Zhenlong Abyss, and some of his plans required the environment there. He would have to go sooner or later, so this was a convenient opportunity.

Seeing Eric Dawson agree, the middle-aged man was even more pleased. “On this trip, Nephew Dawson can also set an example for the junior disciples. I believe they’ll learn a lot from you.”

After bidding farewell to the middle-aged man, Eric Dawson strode forward, the burly man following at his side, then said, “Young master, I was just about to tell you—over on Miss Carter’s side, it seems her seclusion will be extended, and she won’t be able to come out as scheduled.”

He thought his young master would be somewhat disappointed or displeased upon hearing this news.

But in fact, Eric Dawson felt the urge to roll his eyes.

This was the mess left behind by the body’s original owner.

The original owner, while traveling, met a girl.

The girl originally had a childhood sweetheart, but after meeting the tall, rich, and handsome original owner, she was tempted and left her first love to climb the social ladder.

Although he hadn’t actively stolen her away, the original owner clearly never refused the advances of beautiful women, while the girl’s grassroots ex-boyfriend was left quite resentful.

The gap between them was too great, so the original owner didn’t bother to suppress or trouble the other party, and only regarded his rival’s hostility with disdain.

The girl herself did have impressive martial talent. Previously, she was a hidden gem in a small place, but after following the original owner back to Guangcheng Mountain and joining the sect, her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

After some time in the sect, the girl went into seclusion, and that was when Eric Dawson transmigrated here for the second time.

Admittedly, the girl was a true beauty.

A graceful lady is a fine match for a gentleman, but to the current Eric Dawson, that was all—pleasing to the eye, but nothing more.

The great calamity he experienced during his first transmigration, witnessing the destruction of the Divine Palace, was forever etched in Eric Dawson’s mind.

If even such a powerful Divine Palace could not survive, who in this world could ever be truly safe?

Witnessing such a scene, some would fall into despair and live only for the moment, but Eric Dawson chose instead to work hard to improve himself.

Although his own father seemed quite formidable, and his current starting point and background were excellent, with many loyal followers, Eric Dawson still cherished every resource hungrily, strengthening himself without wasting a bit.

He seized every minute and every second.

This had become instinct.

As time passed, during these days after his second transmigration, Eric Dawson gradually adapted to his new environment and identity, and to the people and events around him, but some things would never change.

For him, the most important thing now was to cultivate diligently, so as not to waste such a privileged environment and conditions.

In this era where martial prowess reigns supreme and individual strength can determine the course of history, might makes right and the victor is king.

But Eric Dawson found that things weren’t so simple.

At this moment, the burly man beside him said, “Also, young master, I’ve looked into that Ethan Clark as well.”

“He’s sixteen years old, from Tianyu, Tiandong Continent, Eastern Tang Kingdom. His parents died when he was three, and he was raised by other family members, living under others’ roofs and suffering much bullying.”

“He’s always been rather unremarkable, with average martial talent. Aside from growing up with Miss Carter, there’s nothing particularly noteworthy about him.”