Words Bring Misfortune

Rusty Neal ignored Braydon Neal, wandering around the banquet hall like a mischievous child, hugging a pile of food and drinks and paying no mind to the stares of others.

The saint daughter of the Cold Palace, Benecia Jelks, seemed to be hinting at something. "Junior Brother Braydon is blessed. He once received a supreme inheritance in the ruins of the saint region. I wonder who the inheritor was?"

Her words clearly crossed a line.

She was asking something she shouldn't.

How could outsiders casually inquire into secrets among cultivators?

Especially with so many people around.

Yet, many people turned their attention to Braydon.

It was something everyone wanted to know, and even the elders behind them were subtly inquiring.

What kind of inheritance did Braydon possess?

Was it the inheritance of Lennon Jury, the lord of the saint region, or a great figure like Kreig Jordahl?

They couldn't be certain.