No way, is she really the only one who’s noticed that Lily Harris, this little girl, is actually very pretty? Are these three men blind? And the one seeking justice is clearly Lily Harris, so why is William Carter getting involved?

　　Despite her mind being full of doubts, the career-driven Grace Cooper still kept her mission in mind—to seduce William Carter. Forcing her pale little hand into William Carter’s broad palm, her eyes full of longing, she said, “My life is as fragile as paper. To meet you today, Mr. Carter, is the greatest fortune of my life. Miss Harris, please don’t make enemies for my sake.”

　　If you make enemies, you won’t be able to beat them anyway! Grace Cooper muttered inwardly.

　　At this moment, Lily Harris was still very young, having just reached Foundation Establishment. William Carter was a bit older, but only at the Golden Core stage. There was no need for Edward Morgan to step in, nor for James Walker’s sword to be drawn—a single finger could crush these two juniors from the Shangqing Sect.

　　After hearing Grace Cooper’s words, Lily Harris became even angrier and also felt regret. Today, William Carter had come to visit Miss Cooper, saying that a few of his fellow disciples had recently met Miss Cooper in town and helped her out. Even if it was just a one-time act, they had to see it through to the end. If they saved Miss Cooper but didn’t see it through, the karma would be on their heads, and the heavenly tribulation in the future would be even harsher.

　　Lily Harris was only thinking about being jealous, and after having a spat with Senior Brother William Carter over Senior Sister Liu, they had originally planned to set out at a quarter past seven, but she delayed them until nine. Senior Brother was highly skilled, and his ability to divine fate was stronger than hers. Maybe he had a vague sense that something was wrong today, which was why he was in such a hurry to leave. If she had come earlier, maybe Miss Cooper wouldn’t have…

　　Feeling guilty, Lily Harris was even more upset when she heard Grace Cooper’s pitiful words. She stretched out her arm, and a silver silk ribbon at her waist, which didn’t quite match her clothes, began to flutter on its own. This was her natal magic weapon, the Moonlit Frost Ribbon, which she had refined after reaching Foundation Establishment. When activated, it shone like a silver light under the moon, dazzlingly beautiful.

　　“Junior Sister!” William Carter cared about Grace Cooper, but also about Lily Harris, whom he had looked after since childhood.

　　Seeing his junior sister summon her natal magic weapon, he was afraid she would get hurt in a fight with another cultivator, so he quickly moved to shield her, his longsword unsheathing and floating in the air behind him, its tip pointed at the other two.

　　Grace Cooper cried, “Don’t get hurt because of me!”

　　The guests in the restaurant had already fled when James Walker threw Grace Cooper downstairs, so now only a few people facing off remained on the second floor.

　　James Walker’s expression darkened. Since the other side had already drawn their weapons, then he would…

　　“Hanjiang.” Edward Morgan raised his hand and pressed down on James Walker’s hand gripping the sword hilt, squeezing it tightly to stop him from killing both the male and female leads in one move.

　　Because James Walker had lain among corpses for days as a child, corpse energy had entered his body. No matter how much he cultivated, his limbs and bones were always icy cold—his hands were freezing.

　　Edward Morgan, on the other hand, had cultivated through blood and war. His blood ran much hotter than ordinary people’s, and his palm was scorching as it wrapped around James Walker’s hand, passing his warmth over.

　　When James Walker was touched by Edward Morgan like this, he didn’t dare move at all. At this moment, even the slightest brush of his fingertip against Edward Morgan’s palm felt like overstepping a boundary.

　　His hands are so cold—he must have internal injuries, probably related to his childhood experiences. James Walker’s lack of progress in cultivation must be because of this. The cure is to find the world’s most yang spiritual medicine, the Snowfire, which grows in extreme cold, just as described in the book, Edward Morgan thought to himself.

　　Yes, it was that very Snowfire that Lily Harris nearly died to help William Carter find.

　　Edward Morgan had no interest in stealing the male and female leads’ fortuitous encounters. He was already the number one cultivator in the world and didn’t need such opportunities, but James Walker truly needed the Snowfire.

　　He had ignored James Walker for so many years, treating him as just an ordinary subordinate. If he hadn’t read that book, he probably would have kept ignoring him. Remembering how, after his own death in the book, James Walker became crazed and obsessed, Edward Morgan was moved and couldn’t help wanting to treat James Walker a little better.

　　“It seems you two are cultivators with great power. Why make such a fuss over a lowly woman?” Edward Morgan didn’t want to become enemies with his half-disciple Lily Harris, so he took the initiative to back down.

　　“What did you say!” His words made Lily Harris even angrier, and she tried to attack, but William Carter stopped her.

　　At this point, Lily Harris had not yet been battered by the plot and was still pure and guileless, unable to gauge the depths of the two men. William Carter, however, had experienced the mortal world several times and could tell that Edward Morgan’s cultivation was probably not low. These two were so calm—could they be Nascent Soul stage experts?

　　His palm was sweating as he carefully sent a voice transmission to his junior sister: “Junior Sister, they’re not easy to deal with. I’ll hold them off—hurry back to the sect for help.”

　　In William Carter’s heart, Lily Harris was the junior sister he liked, and he had to protect her. Even if he died, his beautiful and adorable junior sister must not be harmed.

　　“Senior Brother…” Lily Harris saw her senior brother standing ready for battle and realized they had encountered true experts. She felt both afraid and grateful.

　　The two of them were secretly plotting via voice transmission, not realizing that with their level of cultivation, the three people beside them could hear every word clearly.

　　Edward Morgan was a bit puzzled. He had already taken a step back, so why had the atmosphere become even more tense? How was he supposed to resolve this? In the past, what did he do in situations like this? It seemed… he just killed them, killed them, killed them? He couldn’t even remember the faces of those he’d fought with.