A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6802

After passing through several courtyards, Mr. Linden emerged into an open space.

A vast silver palace rose ahead. Its walls had been sculpted from a single immense block of moonlight jade, gleaming with the translucent brilliance of ice that had endured for a thousand years.

The doors stood open, and the light streaming from within was even richer than the silver glow outside. Crossing the threshold felt like entering a chamber made entirely of condensed moonlight.

The instant Mr. Linden stepped into Moonlight Hall, two sharp gazes fell upon him.

The hall was spacious and solemn. Silver runes covered its four walls, slowly shifting and radiating spiritual energy as cold and profound as moonlight.

A middle-aged man in a silver robe sat at the center. He had refined, handsome features and a stern expression. The pressure about him was tightly restrained, yet impossible to overlook.

It was the unfathomable aura of a cultivator at the peak of Grand Zenith Immortal Level Two.

His eyes were silver-white. Within his pupils, the phases of a complete lunar cycle seemed to be reflected, shifting slowly with every breath.

This was Dorian Silvermoon, one of the family's senior administrators.

Within the celestial hierarchy of the Twenty-First Firmament, those who wielded authority in the Silvermoon family traditionally bore names invoking the moon. Dorian oversaw all dealings between the family and outside powers. Cultivators from other clans seeking contact with the Silvermoons usually encountered him first.

Mr. Linden stopped in the hall and bowed. "Graham Linden, disciple of a cadet branch, pays his respects to Lord Dorian."

Dorian regarded him with silver-white eyes as unreadable as ice under moonlight. "Graham Linden? I remember you. Years ago, you offended someone from the main family line and were expelled from Dubhe Continent. You ended up scraping out a living in the Void Sea."

"You've done rather well for yourself serving Damian Shore on Azurewave Island. Why return so suddenly?"

Mr. Linden straightened. His voice remained calm, but he gave his words deliberate weight. "My lord, I've come back with a message from Damian Shore."

Dorian raised an eyebrow. "Damian Shore? The lord of Azurewave Island? What business of his could possibly concern the Silvermoon family?"

"Someone defeated him."

Mr. Linden spoke just as evenly. "And the man who did it possesses something the Silvermoon family needs."

At last, a flicker of interest crossed Dorian's eyes. He sat a little straighter and studied his visitor. "Go on."

Mr. Linden drew a deep breath and recounted everything that had happened on Azurewave Island, leaving nothing of consequence out.

He described how Jared Chance had repeatedly ruined Damian's plans, how he had remained composed under the combined assault of three elders at Grand Zenith Immortal Level Two, and how he had met Damian's full-force attack at the peak of that level head-on and driven him back.

He made a point of describing Jared's powers: the gray chaotic force, an origin aura utterly unlike the techniques of the celestials, and the faint but ancient and remarkably pure presence of the Water Clan revealed during the battle.

When he mentioned that Jared had consumed the Sea Soul Pearl and fused with Water Clan origin power, Dorian tapped a finger lightly against the armrest of his seat.

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