Wilbur made his way across a mountain and was halfway through when he saw several cultivators surrounding a cultivator with
white hair. The white-haired cultivator was in a sorry state, his face unrecognizable from the loose hair covering it. His clothes were
stained with blood, and so was the blade of the sword he was holding.
The cultivators spotted Wilbur and promptly turned to charge at him. The white-haired man pushed his hair out of his face, gripping
his sword as he stared at Wilbur with a frown. "Are you from the Reyne family too?"
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Wilbur finally recognized the man with his hair out of his face. It was none other than Steward Horne, the old man from the
dungeon.
Steward Horne stared at Wilbur for a moment before turning to shout at Saber and the others. "Saber Farring, you bastard! You
were plotting againstwith Divan Reyne this whole time!"
"Hahahaha!" Saber barked out a laugh. "Do you know why Mister Divan wants you dead, Steward Horne? You thought you
understood how Buck Town operated, that this was a place where honor and status mattered. That's why you left and cback
so many times. You wanted to get more and more out of your trips here and use this to join the Reyne family before rising through
the ranks, hoping to get more power and status through this. It's a pity you aren't that great of a cultivator!"
Saber laughed loudly once more, and Steward Horne roared, "What are you laughing at? Is this funny to you? Anyone whoes
to Buck Town would want power and higher status!"
"Yes, you're right, but there's one thing you missed. Power and status need to be backed up with support, and a person who only
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knows how to take advantage of others cannot rise among the elites of Buck Town! You should be grateful the Reyne family didn't
kill you for leaving this place twice. Yet you kept going, trying to enter the Reyne family and opt for even more power. You're too
full of yourself, Steward Horne."
Steward Horne was stunned upon hearing those words. Memories of the past flooded his brain, and he looked to be in rather low
spirits. Saber saw this. and ieered. "Who would have thought. huh? The areat Steward Horne of such high esteem. being hunted
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