A Small Harvest

Unfortunately, Braydon Neal remained unmoved by these words, not paying them any mind at all.

Braydon's gaze shifted to the northeast, where there was a small forest.

His thin lips twitched, showing indifference, as he said, "Skylar, have the martial artists in the woods sensed anything?"

"Yeah!" Skylar Neal nodded lightly.

Braydon's voice was cold as he said, "If there's any movement, kill without mercy. Leave none alive."

"Understood!"

Skylar crossed his arms, holding a battle sword.

These words instantly stunned Sapphire Neal.

Her attention had been entirely on Jayven Neal, and she had lowered her vigilance toward her surroundings, not sensing anything amiss.

It wasn't until Braydon's reminder that Sapphire also felt that something was amiss with the small forest.

There were martial artists quietly approaching, lurking in the distance.