Chapter 1273: What More Does He Seek?
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“If we lay a finger on his child, we’re asking for serious trouble!”
The man in green vehemently opposed the notion, fully aware of the formidable might of Kylo.
There were still a few ancient beings lurking there, biding their time!
In the icy depths of Kylo’s pond, even though the ancestor sealed in ice neared the end of his lifespan, his dormant power remained formidable.
Rayha Qhobela’s decision was clearly ill-advised.
Bringing Braydon Neal to the 16th Oracle Palace was already pushing the limits.
Any further action risked awakening the ire of numerous ancient entities.
Braydon’s eldest son, just a one-year-old, was already a pinnacle figure at birth.
Many venerable elders harbored secret covetousness for him, foreseeing his future prowess rivaling, if not surpassing, his father’s.
Should anything befall Braydon, his son would undoubtedly inherit his legacy, potentially becoming another prodigious figure like the Northern King.
In this precarious moment, Rayha hesitated.
Fear of Kylo weighed heavily on their minds, and the Heavenly Mountain’s influence loomed large.
As for Mount Sino, the prospect of the ancient Sword Immortal’s continued existence posed a significant threat.
His power was such that he could conceivably kill even the Great Divine Priest.
Rayha furrowed his brow.
“With the thousand-year deadline approaching and his lineage tracing back to the Divine Lord, if Braydon cannot be swayed to the Oracle Palace’s cause, he could become a hindrance in our ventures beyond our realm.”
“I know him. If we lay a hand on his child, the 16th Oracle Palace will pay dearly,” the man in green asserted.
Having spent considerable time within Braydon’s spiritual aperture, he possessed intimate knowledge of the man.
Braydon’s fate was intertwined with significant karma, affecting the overall situation.
Nearly all of Hansworth’s venerable figures stood in support of him, recognizing him as the pride of their nation—a status not to be trifled with.
If Braydon were to lose his sanity, he could invite more than just one or two ancestors.
The man in green cautioned in a hushed tone. “He’s the young master of Kylo. If he were to snap, the battle would surely rouse Kylo’s attention. Kylo has awaited such a prodigious young master for a millennium. They wouldn’t hesitate to invoke their greatest powers to protect him.”
“You and I owe much to Kylo from our youth, so we understand its formidable nature,” he added.
“If Kylo’s hidden forces awaken, decimating the 16th Oracle Palace wouldn’t pose much difficulty. The millennium is coming to an end, and the 3,000 Divine Emptiness Gates of the South Pole have nurtured 3,000 Oracle Palaces, each aligned with a great path. Why should the 16th Oracle Palace stick its neck out and risk being the first to suffer?”
Beside her, Harold Sage, adorned in a smart suit, gazed affectionately at his long-unseen sister, remarking softly, “You’ve visibly slimmed down in the two years you’ve been in the capital.”
“It’s nothing to worry about. My darlings, come greet your uncle,” Heather encouraged her children, prompting the one-year-olds.
The boy uttered a cheerful “Uncle!” in his endearing baby voice.
The toddler girl, undeterred by unfamiliar faces, tottered forward, unafraid.
Amidst laughter, Harold scooped up the two children, enveloping them in a warm embrace, brimming with affection.
“How has the family fared these past years?” Heather inquired gently.
“You needn’t fret. Grandma is well taken care of, and our business is thriving. None dare contest the Sage family’s enterprises, nor default on their payments,” Harold reassured, cradling the children lovingly.
Unbeknownst to him, the Sage family’s unchallenged dominance stemmed from the influence of Braydon and Heather.
One, the young Northern King, held sway over the northern territory, while his brothers wielded power across the world.
The other figure was Heather, renowned as the Hansworth’s daughter of civil arts.
No one dared to cross paths with the force behind the Sage family.
Across all 23 provinces, any financial magnate with even the slightest influence refrained from harboring ill intentions toward the Sage family in their business dealings.
The repercussions would be catastrophic.
Many businessmen eagerly sought collaborations with the Sages.
Their projects would generally proceed smoothly without a hitch, making them an attractive prospect.
No one dared to stir up trouble for them.
Consequently, the Sage family’s ascent seemed inevitable, with their influence growing by the day.
Should the Sage family decide to expand their reach into the capital, countless individuals would vie for their favor, seeking to align themselves with the city’s powerful families.
Consequently, the Neal and Sage families stood as the undisputed powerhouses of Preston.
None dared to incur their wrath.
“Is Braydon still occupied?” Harold inquired suddenly.
“Daddy hasn’t come to visit me either.”
At the mention of Braydon, the little girl nestled in Harold’s arms grew visibly distressed.
Tears welled up in her eyes, her tiny hands instinctively wiping them away.
Having never laid eyes on her father since birth, the child’s anguish tugged at Harold’s heartstrings.
Fueled by a hint of frustration, he exclaimed, “What could Braydon possibly be preoccupied with? With his influence, he could wield unparalleled power across Hansworth. What more does he seek?”