According to rumors, all the Sage Tokens in Blue-Wave City were controlled by a single force.
The Palace of the Four Cycles.
This monopoly alone was enough to choke countless demon cultivators to death. Without a token, even the most talented geniuses could only watch the Training Trial Secret Realm open and close—without them.
Ethan sat quietly in the lobby of Peaceful Haven Inn, his fingers lightly tapping the edge of the table.
At that moment.
"Servant, three rooms."
A cold, restrained voice rang out.
Ethan lifted his gaze.
A group of cloaked figures entered the inn, their auras tightly restrained, disguises flawless. At a glance, they looked like ordinary fox demons wandering into the city.
But Ethan recognized them instantly.
Black Demon Sect.
The same group he had encountered at Netherfall Pass.
"They're finally here."
His eyes swept over Kara and the others, an imperceptible smile flickering across his lips.
