"Please."

Logan Barrett crossed the long boardwalk and entered the Hua family’s main gate. As he was led by a disciple into the Tinghua Hall, he suddenly snapped back to his senses.

The head of the Hua family’s younger sister is Ethan Brooks's wife.

And Ethan Brooks's father, brother, wife, and daughter were all brutally killed by the original owner of this body...

In other words, not only that unlucky Ethan Brooks, but the largest immortal sect in Chunfan City... the entire Hua family is my enemy???

Logan Barrett: "..."

Maybe I should just kill myself after all, at least it would be quick.

Chapter 6 Lunatic

This should be the place for receiving guests and discussing matters. The arrangement was steady and simple, with a few carved chairs and square tables on each side.

The disciple led them to sit down and brought over two cups of tea. Logan Barrett was not shy, picked up a cup and took a sip, tasting a faint, clear peach fragrance.

Several disciples in the hall were sweeping and cleaning. Seeing guests arrive, they all saluted.

In the center of Tinghua Hall stood a long altar table, upon which sat a jade-carved deity statue. The cleaning disciple offered incense to the statue, then withdrew.

This statue looked exactly like the giant one in Chunfan City. The only difference was that the one in the city was stone, while the Hua family’s was carved from hibiscus jade.

"Who is this?" Logan Barrett asked quietly, holding his tea.

"Hua Xin," Owen Fletcher replied.

Only then did Logan Barrett notice that the name was written on the hanging painting behind the statue.

"The painting and the jade statue are of the same person? That’s quite a difference," he whispered again.

"..." Owen Fletcher glanced at him under his nose, probably wanting him to shut up and talk less.

But seeing his genuine interest, after a moment he added, "The painting is a bit more accurate."

The immortal in the painting looked gentle and handsome, with slightly curved, smiling eyes, one hand stroking a white deer, the other holding a lantern. He looked like a protective deity, completely different from Owen Fletcher's aura of authority and severity.

Next to the name "Hua Xin" was written his immortal title, "Ming Wu."

In these dark and chaotic times, there are about a hundred immortal sects, not counting the small ones. The most renowned among them all have ancestors who ascended to immortality. The Hua family’s exalted status in Chunfan City is precisely because of Hua Xin.

"Do you know him?" Logan Barrett asked.

"I do," Owen Fletcher replied coolly. "He is the head of the Twelve Immortals of Lingtai."

The head of the Twelve Immortals of Lingtai...

The Twelve Immortals of Lingtai...

Logan Barrett found the name familiar. After a moment, he suddenly remembered that Henry Collins had once mentioned with great admiration—the Twelve Immortals of Lingtai were also killed by him.

"…"

Logan Barrett choked on his tea on the spot.

The Hua family head, Blake Whitman, arrived at that moment.

He seemed to have encountered some trouble. As he strode through the winding corridor, his steps were long and quick, his face displeased. Two flustered young disciples followed behind, holding a golden-threaded wooden box, trying to persuade him.

"I said it’s not necessary. It’s just a minor injury, no need for medicine. That poor foolish child doesn’t know any better, it’s only natural he was reckless. How many times have I said, don’t hold it against him. As for Chiyao and the others, send them to Xuantai for punishment and self-reflection!"

After scolding, Blake Whitman entered Tinghua Hall, his expression already changed: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

After all, he was of the same family as Ming Wu Hua Xin in the painting. Though their looks weren’t much alike, as soon as he smiled, the gentle and clear aura was unmistakably inherited.

He didn’t have the airs of a great immortal sect leader, nor did he even seem like a member of an immortal sect. There was none of that aloof, ethereal pride—his every gesture was more like that of a cultured merchant.

"I heard that Young Master Cheng entered the city this morning. Did you pass through the Wuduan Sea and the Bosuo Path on your way?" Blake Whitman asked with a bright smile.

Logan Barrett: "..."

Young master???

He quickly realized that when they first entered Swallow Port, Henry Collins had slipped up in front of those two sword-bearing disciples, forcibly turning "city lord" into "city... young master."

Those two sword-bearing disciples were from the Hua family, so it seems they reported everything about them.

Fine...

Logan Barrett thought: Young Master Cheng it is, saves me from making something up on the spot.

But the real problem was, Henry Collins also said Owen Fletcher was a puppet.

No wonder Blake Whitman was only talking to him, not treating the other as a living person.

Logan Barrett had originally planned to play the obedient "mute," leaving all the talking and questioning to Owen Fletcher, since he knew nothing about this place.

Now that plan was ruined.

Henry Collins really is a damn treasure.

He cursed inwardly, but kept a steady face, answering Blake Whitman unhurriedly: "Yes, the sea was truly terrifying last night. We didn’t expect to encounter something like that. Honestly, this trip was rather ill-timed."

"When we entered the port this morning, we heard that the northern region of Canglang had really collapsed. Thinking back now, it’s truly frightening." Logan Barrett patted his own knee and added, "To be honest, even now my legs are still weak, shaking whenever I try to stand."

Owen Fletcher: "..."

Blake Whitman nodded and said, "It was indeed dangerous. That’s why I was so surprised to hear guests had come from the sea today. Last night, some of my elders and disciples were there, and they all returned in a sorry state. I can well imagine."

Logan Barrett: "If I had known, I definitely wouldn’t have chosen this time to disturb you."