As night fell deeper, the snow fell heavier.


    Meanwhile, Hector and the others stood outside the Harmons’ meeting room, waiting in silence. They


    asionally stole nces inside, where Michael and Dustin were engaged in a hushed conversation.


    Half an hour earlier, Michael had asked everyone to leave so he could speak to Dustin privately.


    “Mr. Rhys, that’s the gist of what happened. I concealed my identity to hide from the enemy and protect


    Abigail from harm.” Michael poured his heart out, finally releasing all the feelings he had bottled up


    “I never expected that Abigail’s mother would turn out to be the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts


    Order” Dustin was shocked.


    The Mystic Arts Order was known as the most formidable dark faction in existence,posed of


    talented individuals and high-level experts. The position of Grand Sorceress was prestigious Dustin


    had always been curious about the protective seal inside Abigail. With her mother’s identity as the


    Grand Sorceress revealed, everything now made sense.


    “Though the title of Grand Sorceress sounds grand, they don’t even have the basic right to freedom. I


    don’t wish for Abigail to follow in her mother’s footsteps.” Michael sighed.


    “Mr. Robinson, I don’t understand. Why are you sharing your secrets with me?” Dustin was confused.


    The Mystic Arts Order’s Grand Sorceress was a prestigious position in which few had the privilege of


    knowing their identity.


    “It used to be a secret, but it won’t stay a secret much longer.” Michael shook his head. “From the


    moment I attacked the Dark Lord, I had exposed my identity. The Mystic Arts Order will probably beThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    making a move soon.” The disciples of the Mystic Arts Order were spread all over the world. The Dark


    Lord was one of them.


    “So, what’s your n?” Dustin asked.


    “I’ve been on the run for so many years. It’s time to face reality and resolve things once and for all.”


    Michael frowned. “Abigail is the only one I have left. I have a favor to ask of you-I hope you can


    take care of her for me.”


    “Me?” Dustin was shocked. “But I’ve never been a father.”


    “You don’t have to be her father, you can be her mentor instead. ” Michael smiled. “I know you’ve been


    guiding Abigail in martial arts. Since she inherited her mother’s genes, she has a strong foundation. I


    sincerely hope you will take her in as your disciple.”


    “Mr. Robinson, you think too highly of me. You’re a martial arts grandmaster. How could I dare ept


    her as a disciple with you here?” Dustin scratched his head.


    “Mr. Rhys, you are too humble. I’ve been part of the martial arts world for over a decade. I’m good at


    reading people, too. However, I can’t seem to read through you. If I’m not mistaken, you should have


    already attained the level of a grandmaster. Am I right?” Michael smiled profoundly.


    “You have a good eye. It’s no wonder that you are one of the five ultimate grandmasters.” Dustin


    didn’t deny it. Some things could be understood without being said aloud.


    The younger generations are talented!” Michael’s expression was full of wonder. “A young grandmaster


    martial artist is hard to find in Dragonmarsh. It would be Abigail’s greatest honor to be your disciple.”


    “You’re too kind, Mr. Robinson. Talents like Abigail are sought after by countless people.” Dustin smiled


    in response.


    “Does that mean you’ve agreed?” Michael was surprised.


    “As long as Abigail is okay with it, I naturally have no problems with it.” Dustin nodded. Abigail was


    talented, and they got along well. He would be happy to take her in as a disciple.


    “Thank you, Mr. Rhys! I’m extremely grateful.” Michael stood up and shook Dustin’s hand.


    “You’re wee, Mr. Robinson. Perhaps I was fated to meet Abigail.” Dustin returned the gesture.


    “Alright, I’ll send Abigail over to you officially as a disciple tomorrow.” Michael nodded in


    acknowledgment. After another short exchange, Michael left.


    Dustin’s expression turned heavy as he watched the father-daughter duo depart. From their


    conversation earlier, he could tell from Michael’s tone that he was already passing on his final


    wishes.


    “Dustin, what did Mr. Robinson tell you?” At that moment, the members of the Harmon family


    walked in.