Assassination Contract

Contrary to Michael's expectation, the man didn't sit on the throne but took the lavish chair beside the throne.

"Lord Ashton" the maids who came carrying a tray with Michael's lemon added hot water, they immediately bowed towards the man when they saw him.

"Leave" Lord Ashton flicked his wrist as the two glasses flew right into the hands of Gaya and Michael.

Even when facing a Fusion stage cultivator, Michael didn't show any signs of worry on his face. He remained calm, pretending that he didn't know the man's cultivation level. 

"You're too young to be the number one Alchemist of Elon and Ozer" 

"Both a blessing and a curse, Lord Ashton. But I'm planning to extract only the blessing, " Michael said slowly, taking a sip from the glass. 

"How are you gonna do that? By getting the Kane family's backing?"

"That's the plan, Lord Ashton" Michael slightly smiled,