Leo needed to restore his spiritual power and consolidate his cultivation before Orientian made a move. The recent annihilation of Prince Felix’s werewolves would serve as a significant deterrent to Orientian. If they were wise, they would retreat to Orientia.
Leo sat cross-legged on a cushion in the wooden house, taking out some spirit stones from his storage bag. He began to restore his spiritual power and cultivate.
Harrison, Meigetsu, Holden, and others did not leave immediately but stayed temporarily at the Seven Stars Sword Sect. The delicious crocodile medicinal cuisine and the abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth greatly benefited their cultivation.
In the evening, at the hot spring valley pavilion, Samson, Maniwa, Reece, and Theodore gathered again. Their expressions were grim, and the atmosphere was tense.
“We all know what happened. The Wolf Tribe was annihilated with no survivors, while the Seven Stars Sword Sect suffered minimal losses,” Samson broke the silence.
“We are aware. The Iron Sword Sect, a top martial arts sect, and the Coleman family, a top martial arts family, also participated in the battle,” Maniwa said solemnly.
“With the Seven Stars Sword Sect, it was three against one,” Reece, dressed in white samurai attire and holding a fan, added.
“However, I understand that the head of the Coleman family did not come,” Theodore said in a muffled voice.
The battle at Sunshine Resort had greatly shocked them. Prince Felix of the Wolf Tribe, whose strength was comparable to a Heaven Ninja, had been slain. If Leo led an attack against them, they could imagine the outcome.
“Samson, do you think we should still attack the Seven Stars Sword Sect and capture that Atrarian?” Reece asked Samson.
Maniwa and Theodore also looked at Samson. Known for his cunning and ruthless tactics, Samson’s opinion was highly valued.
Samson’s eyes flashed coldly. “The Yin-Yang Mystic Art is crucial for the future of ninjutsu and our four families’ interests. We cannot give it up.”
“So, we are going to act?” Maniwa raised an eyebrow.
“Of course, but now is not the time. With the Coleman family and Iron Sword Sect present, attacking now would result in heavy losses. We must achieve victory in one decisive strike.”
“My suggestion is to wait until the Coleman family and Iron Sword Sect leave. Then we attack with overwhelming force to capture that boy,” Samson proposed.
Maniwa, Reece, and Theodore fell silent before nodding in agreement.
The next day at noon, in Franke at Modock Manor, two people stood on the lawn in front of the castle. Prince Augustus’s eyes narrowed in disbelief as he looked at Count Antoine.
“Antoine, are you saying Felix died in Atraria? And all his elite werewolves perished there too? How is that possible?”
“Antoine, this joke is not funny at all,” Augustus said with a grim tone.
“Your Highness, I find it hard to believe as well. But according to our intelligence, Prince Felix, Elder Kendall, and their elite werewolves all died in Atraria.”
“The entire Sunshine Resort is now in ruins with no werewolf survivors,” Count Antoine said gravely.
“That boy’s strength is so great that he could kill my Wolf Tribe prince!” Augustus still found it hard to believe. Wolf Tribe princes were immensely powerful and long-lived; how could a mortal kill them so easily?
“Your Highness, that Atrarian boy had help from a top martial arts sect and a top martial arts family in Atraria,” Count Antoine explained.
“I see! Damn it, I didn’t expect Atrarian martial arts sects to get involved,” Augustus clenched his fists in anger. He knew that some powerful leaders of Atrarian martial arts forces were as strong as Wolf Tribe princes.
“Your Highness, we have a flight to Atraria this afternoon. Should we still go?” Count Antoine asked.
“No, cancel the flight,” Augustus shook his head slowly. “Although my strength has greatly increased and far surpasses Felix’s, if I go, I’ll take those two with me!”
“If all three Wolf Tribe princes go to Atraria, I refuse to believe we can’t kill an Atrarian boy!”
“Antoine, notify those two princes to come here. Tell them I have something important to discuss.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” Antoine responded respectfully.
With all three Wolf Tribe princes acting together, they could sweep away any force in the world.
Three days later, Leo left the Seven Stars Sword Sect and headed to Antique Street. Arlene had called him to discuss some matters and seek his help.
They met at a cafe near Spirit Moon Antiques. Through their conversation, Leo learned why Arlene and her sister opened an antique shop on Antique Street.
The reason was simple: Arlene’s grandfather Godfery had gone missing. Or rather, he had disappeared without a trace since Leo last treated him.
Godfery’s disappearance left control of the Dan family in the hands of Arlene’s uncle Dereon Dan and his son Ethan Dan. Disliking the two sisters, Dereon sent them to manage Dan Group’s initial antique shop on Antique Street.
Previously called Dan Antiques and managed by Ethan Dan, the shop’s accounts were in shambles when Christine and Arlene took over. Not only was there no money left, but they also owed over ten thousand dollars in debt.
The sisters renamed the shop Spirit Moon Antiques and planned to run it well and become industry leaders to prove to Dereon that they could not be bullied even without their grandfather around!
After sharing her story, Arlene looked at Leo expectantly, asking if he had any constructive suggestions.
Leo thought for a moment before taking out his wallet and finding Gilberto Gardner’s business card that had been forced on him. He handed it to Arlene.
“This man is Gilberto Gardner. He currently does antique business in Seattle and used to have a shop on Antique Street. You can collaborate with him on antique sales; just mention my name,” Leo said after taking a sip of coffee.
Arlene looked at the card before putting it in her bag and thanking Leo.