“A poison veil?” Hamish was dumbfounded. Then, he turned to Hyrum with an expression of complete disbelief, his voice trembling as he spoke. “This poison veil is artificially created?”
“Hahaha! Just figuring that out, are you? There’s no such thing as a poison veil in Mount Crimson. It was all my doing to instigate cultivators to turn on each other so that I could reap the benefits!” Hyrum chuckled.
“Mr. Goeckner, these two consumed detoxification pills, so I’m afraid the poison veil won’t affect them.” After stating this, Rostom produced the detoxification pill crafted by Jared and handed it to Hyrum.
Rostom had refrained from consuming the pill previously made by Jared because it wasn’t necessary. Having taken the detoxification pill from Hyrum, he was immune to the poison veil. Thus, there was no need for him to take Jared’s prepared detoxification pill.
Hyrum accepted the detoxification pill and scrutinized it closely. After a few moments, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. “Who concocted this pill? I didn’t expect such a high- level alchemist to be part of this group.”
Rostom replied, “It was crafted by someone named Jared. His alchemy skills are truly Impressive.”
“Jared?” Xanthus, standing on the side, was momentarily taken aback by the name. He promptly grabbed Rostom by the collar. “Is this Jared you mentioned in his twenties?”
Rostom didn’t recognize Xanthus, and the latter’s rude behavior displeased him. “Who are you? Let go of me! Why should I tell you anything?”
“Rostom, this is Elder Fabrizio of Soulless Hall. You must answer whatever questions he asks you,” Hyrum instructed.
Learning Xanthus’ identity as an elder, Rostom quickly changed his tone. “That’s correct. This Jared appears to be in his twenties, and he’s accompanied by a man and a woman. Furthermore, that woman is a celestial beast, a phoenix.”
“That’s him! Take me to him immediately!” Following an order from the Demon Seal Alliance, Xanthus had to eliminate Jared as soon as possible.
“They might be dead by now. When I came over, those people were surrounded by the silver tigers. I suspect they’ve likely been devoured by now,” Rostom responded.
“I don’t care if he’s dead or alive. Even if he’s dead, I need to see his corpse.” In that case, Xanthus had to retrieve Jared’s body to fulfill his mission.
“Fine. I’ll lead you there to search for it.” Rostom planned to guide Xanthus back to where he came from to look for Jared’s remains.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept through, instantly dispelling the poison veil in the vicinity. Following the breeze, the figure of a man approached slowly.
“No need for that. I’ve come on my own!” Jared strolled over to Hamish’s side.
“You’re not dead?” Rostom was astounded.
Hamish and Kiara were similarly astonished.
“Jared, you’re all right? What about Misho and the others?” Hamish asked somewhat embarrassedly. After all, they were the first to escape, abandoning everyone else. Hamish felt a pang of shame for his cowardice.
“They’re okay. Everyone’s unharmed. I came looking for you guys because I knew this guy was trouble, and I was worried you might be in trouble,” Jared assured Hamish.
“It seems I had made a poor judgment.” Hamish sighed.
“Kid, you’re Jared?” Xanthus inquired.
“Yes, I’m Jared, but we don’t have any grudges.
So, why are you trying to kill me? Even though you’re Demonic Cultivators, I don’t recall having any conflicts with you,” Jared questioned Xanthus, perplexed by the latter’s desire to see him dead.
“There doesn’t need to be a conflict between us. You’ve crossed someone you shouldn’t have, and for that, you must die,” Xanthus declared coldly.
Understanding dawned on Jared upon hearing this. He gave a slight smile and remarked, “Ah, so you’re also doing Demon Seal Alliance’s biddings? It’s surprising to see demons willingly serving others…”
Jared’s words left Hamish utterly confused, unable to comprehend the connection between those Demonic Cultivators and Demon Seal Alliance.
