A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6803

Dorian Silvermoon stood at the window of Moonlight Hall. Silver-white moonlight poured over his shoulders like running water, making his refined, stern face look as cold and still as a sculpture carved from thousand-year-old ice.

He ran a finger along the smooth jade windowsill, but his eyes were fixed beyond the silvery courtyard on the rolling golden sea of clouds in the distance.

Graham Linden's report replayed endlessly in his mind.

Chaotic force. The Water Clan origin. The Sea Soul Pearl. Any one of those treasures was enough to drive every major power in the Twenty-First Firmament to madness.

And all three belonged to the same person.

A young man called Jared Chance.

Dorian's knuckles tapped several times against the sill, producing a series of almost inaudible knocks.

He knew the matter was far beyond the authority he held as a family administrator.

The chaotic force and Water Clan origin were enormously significant. If the Silvermoon family acted rashly and failed, it would not only lose elite cultivators but also become the laughingstock of the entire celestial hierarchy of the Twenty-First Firmament.

More importantly, Graham had said Jared had taken Damian Shore's full-force strike without moving an inch. A cultivator at the peak of Grand Zenith Immortal Level Two had been no more threatening to him than a child.

Dorian needed to speak with the family head.

He turned, his silver-white robe sweeping through an arc beneath the moonlight.

Leaving Moonlight Hall, he followed several narrow paths lined with silver spiritual plants until he reached a palace even quieter and more secluded than the one he had just left.

It had no elaborate plaque or dazzling silver radiance. Its jade walls possessed a deep, still luster, like water in a dark pool reflecting the moon.

Two guards stood outside the doors. When they saw Dorian, they bowed slightly and stepped aside.

He pushed the doors open and entered.

The hall was darker than the courtyard. Only a silver-white moonstone embedded in the vaulted ceiling gave off a soft, cool light, bathing the interior in a pale moonlit glow.

The chamber was spacious and silent. At its far end, a solitary figure sat upon a white-jade chair.

He was Lucien Silvermoon, the head of the Silvermoon family.

Lucien looked younger than Dorian. His handsome face was calm and detached, with a stillness in his eyes that seemed far beyond his apparent age.

His eyes were an almost transparent silver-white. Deep within his pupils, an unchanging full moon seemed to rotate soundlessly.

No excess pressure spilled from his body. Yet the aura he held so completely in check was more unnerving than any openly overwhelming show of power.

Grand Zenith Immortal Level Three.

One of the mightiest cultivators in the Twenty-First Firmament.

"Elder Brother."

Dorian stopped in the hall and bowed slightly. "There's something I need you to decide."

Lucien raised his eyes, his silver gaze as cool as moonlight. "Tell me."

Dorian repeated Graham's report in full.

He deliberately avoided exaggeration, presenting only the facts. Azurewave Island had been devastated single-handedly by a young man named Jared Chance.

Three elders at Grand Zenith Immortal Level Two had attacked together and been effortlessly defeated. Damian Shore had been driven back after Jared met his full-force strike head-on. Graham had also reported the chaotic force, the Water Clan origin power, and the Sea Soul Pearl.

When Dorian spoke the name "Jared Chance," a faint ripple finally disturbed Lucien's deep, still silver eyes.

It was like a pebble falling into a tranquil pool. The disturbance disappeared almost immediately, but Dorian had seen it.

"Say his name again," Lucien said. His tone remained composed, but Dorian detected an unfamiliar gravity beneath it.

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