âWhat?!â
âAre you calling my senior?â
Quincy was dumbfounded, but he quickly sneered. The existence of his senior was an immovable
mountain and the leader to the Drifters. Even the Abstracts were well aware that the more great thing
about him was that Zayne was not an ordinary person. Compared to Zayne, even a hundred Quincy
would be no match for him.
How was it possible for a person like Alex to be able to contact Quincyâs senior directly?
âHmph! I donât know where you found out about me having a senior, but do you think you can deceive
me like this and gain my trust? You really take me forâ¦â
Before Quincy could finish speaking, Alex held out the phone to him. âYour senior wants to talk to you!â
âWhat?â Quincy was taken aback, and he looked at Alex in a daze.
Two minutes later, he took the phone. âHello?â
âQuin!â The moment Zayne called him that name, Quincy was shocked, disbelief clear on his face. It
really was his senior! In an instant, his eyes were red rimmed. His senior was an important existence to
him. Zayne was like a father to him.
Zayne was ten years older than him, and when Quincy had entered the teachings, he had only been
five years old. The master was usually busy, so his senior took care of him most of the time. So, even
though Zayne was his senior, he was no different than a father in Quincyâs eyes.
However, after the masterâs death, Zayne had taken over the mantle of the master and became very
busy. He was always busy with endless tasks, and it was difficult for Quincy to meet him, and he
thought he would never see Zayne ever again in this lifetime.
âS-senior, y-you⦠How?â
âQuin, Alex is William Rockefellerâs son. I promised him that I would go into the tomb with him in
exchange for your freedom and the restoration of your cultivation,â Zayne said without any preamble.
Quincy was shocked. âWhat tomb? Caesarâs tomb?!â
âYes.â
âSenior, donât do it! The last time, we barely escaped with our lives, itâs too scary. I never want to go in
there again! Senior, you donât have to save me. You canât go in there!â
âStop with your nonsense. Iâve already decided! Has your cultivation base been restored?â
âUh⦠My energy core has been abolished. How is it possible to recover it?â
Just as he said that, Alex suddenly moved and popped something unknown in his mouth. The point
here was that he hadnât had his defenses up at all, and he swallowed it at once.
He jumped in shock, taking a step back before roaring, âWhat did you just feed me?â
Alex calmly replied, âItâs medicine to restore your cultivation base. Alright, I have little time, hurry up
and recover!â
Having said that, he grabbed the phone from Quincyâs hand and said, âMr. York, your junior is fine.
Meet at the usual place tomorrow at six in the evening!â
Then, he hung up the call.
Alex found Quincy looking at this stomach stupidly. He knew that the medicine he had given Quincy
had started to take effect and recovered his energy core!
However, Quincyâs energy core had been abolished for more than three months, and it wouldnât fully
recover just by relying on the power of the pill.
So, Alex pressed a palm on Quincyâs stomach, and a massive burst of spiritual powers rushed in,
helping to reshape his energy core at a breakneck speed.
This entire process was not a painless nor easy one.
As it was too rough and direct, adding that the pill had something wrong due to the lack of ingredients
when creating it with alchemy, there were some problems in terms of efficiency.
âAhhhhh!â Quincy screamed out in pain.
However, he was no different than an ordinary person right now. How could he break out of Alexâs
hold?
âWhy are you screaming like a girl? Just bear it!â
Alexâs words made Quincy even angrier.
However, he wasnât stupid. He could feel what Alex was doing, and he really did endure it. The pain at
where his energy core used to be felt like it was being cut repeatedly with knives, and it was possible to
imagine just how much pain he was in right now.
Half an hour later.
Quincy could feel that his energy core was back once again.