In Emevale, Scarlett seemed to sense something and suddenly awoke from her sleep. The next moment, black smoke surged in from outside, slowly forming into the shape of a crow.
She stared closely at the crow's eyes as if she could see what the crow saw, drawing its vision into her own.
Once she fully understood what had happened, her expression instantly turned strange.
After a long pause, she couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. "Shannon and the others actually created the Rift Portal to the alternate world by accident, while that person couldn't?"
If that person found out, who knew how exasperated they would be?
Scarlett's smile turned into a scoff. "What a good life you have, Thalia. You gave birth to a daughter, and she's full of luck."
She felt a mix of emotions that she couldn't quite express, so she simply stood up and walked out of the room.
As soon as she stepped outside, she ran into Jordan, who was meditating in the living room.
Jordan lifted his eyelids, his gaze scanning her outfit—a sports tank top and shorts she had worn to bed.
With an expressionless face, he bluntly reminded her, "Put on some proper clothes, or get out of my house."
Scarlett raised a brow. "Is my body that unappealing?"
She remained unfazed as Jordan's gaze lingered on the various holes scattered across her body.
"It's the holes in your body. They're hideous and hurt my eyes." He paused for a moment before lifting his eyelids again. "I may have worked with Ghost Mist, but that doesn't mean I'm on your side.
"If you're all recovered, leave. Now."
Scarlett merely shrugged, a casual expression on her face. "I have nowhere else to go. You know, I just returned from the alternate world last year, and Ghost Mist already had no place for me.
"With the headquarters destroyed and that person missing, I'm no longer part of Ghost Mist." She stepped closer, leaning in as she spoke. "How about I stay? The two of us could team up, maybe accomplish something together."
Jordan shot her a sharp glance, his rejection unwavering. "Not needed."
Benjamin simply replied, "We agreed on a month, and that will be it. If you keep bringing this up and wasting my time, the Mystic Regulatory Commission can disband on its own."
With that, he turned and left without another word.
Although there was no physical altercation this time, it still left the elders of the Mystic Regulatory Commission furious.
"How absurd is it to leave such a grave matter to a bunch of undergrad mystic students?"
"This is something the Dragon Vein could've easily resolved. What was he thinking, delaying the purge indefinitely?"
Wasn't the purpose of a National Dragon Vein to resolve trouble like this for them?
Seeing the discontented expressions from those around him, the leading elder calmly raised his hand to quiet them. "Since Sire's stance is as such, there's no use in arguing about this. There's only one week left, so we'll wait and speak of it then."
He paused briefly and continued, "Sire has only just awoken for a month. Expending his strength for the putrefaction of another nation is truly not worthwhile. It wouldn't hurt to give other solutions a try."
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