The Invisible Mogul novel Chapter 2368

Watching as Walter slowly got to his feet, Gerald was prompted to say, “…I see… Either way, just as you said, I believe we shouldn’t delay this any further. Let's move on!”

Gerald, for one, was now pumped to see the maze for himself…

Regardless, before leaving, Gerald made sure to update Aiden on the situation. Upon hearing what Gerald had to say, the concerned Aiden couldn’t help but say, “You’re leaving so soon?”

“Indeed. While I’m gone, I need you to return to Weston as soon as possible to get some things done. This place isn’t the safest to be in for much longer anyway,” replied Gerald as he began elaborating on his search for the Divine Fruit tree…

Since Gerald possessed a great number of assets—in numerous industries—within Weston, his resources were near-inexhaustible. This gave him a massive advantage in his search for the tree.

Either way, after hearing Gerald’s plan, Aiden thought for a moment before asking, “…I can do that but… when will you be back? And where should we meet up again?”

After giving it some thought, Gerald replied, “…We’ll rendezvous at Mayberry City. It’s been quite a while since I’ve last returned!”

By doing all this, Gerald was leaving a way open for his future self. If things went according to plan, he could at least spread the news so that fewer people would get deceived by Daryl…

Fast forward to nighttime, Walter had already selected thirty-six advanced cultivators—from his family—to come along for the mission. With that, the thirty-eight people—inclusive of Walter and Gerald—began making their way to Fyre Cave…

While the group had journeyed past the first seven caverns without much issue by that point, Gerald had honestly no idea how long they had traveled. It certainly didn’t help that he could no longer see the path back whenever he turned to look at where they had passed through. Had it not been for the Zeman family’s map, Gerald was pretty sure that even deities would get lost upon entering this place…

Gerald’s train of thought was cut short when he and the group suddenly heard a loud noise the second they began entering a rather dark cavern that was approximately five hundred square feet wide... Amidst the dim lighting, everyone could then hear what appeared to be something breathing rapidly…

It wasn’t long before the vague figure of an old woman—who seemed to be trying to light a fire with a flint striker—was identified. How peculiar…

“…Everyone. Stop,” ordered Walter—who had his hand raised—in a hushed tone as he slowly began retracing his steps. Under the light of Gerald’s torch, the boy was quick to realize that Walter’s forehead was now brimming with sweat. What was he so afraid of…?