As Lin Wan’er (ni) ascended again in the light helicopter, Charlie Wade seized the moment to take the Remodeling Pill. Meanwhile, Sara was in a state of agitation, pacing back and forth in her room at the Poqing Society’s headquarters, located thousands of miles away.


    This year, Sara celebrated her four hundredth birthday, yet she appeared to be in her thirties. Despite her captivating charm and heroic demeanor, her current restlessness was evident, with her fierce nature almost palpable on her face, making her an intimidating presence.<fn9277> Find the newest release on Find★Novel</fn9277>


    Thest time Sara felt this level of anxiety was during her harrowing escape into Shiwan Dashan with Aasif, pursued relentlessly by the Qing army.


    Throughout the centuries, even though she had never located Lin Wan’er (ni), their ongoing game of cat and mouse—spanning three hundred years—had not caused her such distress. She had always yed the role of the hunter, and the inability to find Lin Wan’er (ni) had never left her feeling so anxious.


    At this moment, her anxiety stemmed from the fact that the two earls under hermand had been absent from the monitors for over an hour.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    She waspletely in the dark about what had transpired with them.


    Right now, her primary concern revolved around the fate of those two earls.


    The death of Uncle Nakul and the annihtion of the entire Cyprus garrison had already instilled significant fear within the Qing Dynasty. Should anything happen to these two earls, it would undoubtedly plunge the Qing Dynasty into unprecedented turmoil, a situation it hadn’t faced in over three centuries.


    Just as her anxiety reached a peak, a knock echoed at the door, followed by a respectful voice from outside, “My lord, my subordinate Jadiel requests an audience!”


    Sara responded coldly, “Come in!”


    With that, she waved her right hand, and the heavy iron door swung open automatically.


    An elderly man in a long robe hurried in—it was Jadiel.


    Jadiel, a direct descendant of the Wu family and the descendant of Sara’s elder brother Aamir, was now 110 years old. As the eldest son of the Wu family, he had been raised by Sara herself and was held in high regard. He was not only her most trusted confidant but also the strategic mind behind the entire Poqing Society.


    Upon entering, Jadiel respectfully announced, “My lord, I’vee across some rumors regarding Aurous Hill…”


    Sara interrupted, her impatience evident, “Get to the point!”


    “Some information was retrieved from a short video ount. Tonight, there was an intense thunderstorm near the Wanliu Vi where the An family resides. Additionally, there was a loud noise so powerful that it resonated throughout all of Aurous Hill…”


    Sara’s expression faltered, and panic set in, “Loud noise?! What kind of noise are we talking about? Was it thunder likest time, or more like an explosion?”


    “It was an explosion, my lord!” Jadiel replied.


    Sara’s brow furrowed. “If it truly was an explosion, Willie might have perished trying to confront the Qing Dynasty…”


    Jadiel gasped, “My lord… what kind of enemy could be formidable enough to defeat Willie?!”


    Having pursued the path of Taoism alongside Sara since childhood, Jadiel was aware of her capabilities, even though his own talent was modest, allowing him only a basic understanding of the practice. He was well-acquainted with Sara’s actions in the Niwan Pce concerning the four earls.


    Feeling a wave of worry, Sara muttered to herself, “Willie is already incredibly strong, and with the magical artifact I bestowed upon him, he’s even more powerful. If he were to meet his end, then whoever took him down must be significantly stronger…”


    She couldn’t help but be astonished, “I never anticipated that such masters existed in Aurous Hill. Based on my knowledge of the An family, it seems unlikely they could connect with someone so powerful. Who is this individual?”