Visiting Home (EDITED)

Asher looked towards Nadia and said, "I want to go out to do a few things and might need your assistance if necessary. Please get prepared and meet me in the garage in half an hour, as we will head out right after that."

Nadia bowed in courtesy and answered with a serious expression, "Young Master, I will be prepared by then."

He nodded and stated, "Good."

He planned to take her with him as he understood that in a cultivation world, strength matters most, and he was just a beginner. 

Being a Saint Realm cultivator, Nadia won't have trouble dealing with anyone, as just elders of prominent families or some reclusive cultivators are in the Saint Realm or above.

Soon, Asher went to his room to change his clothes.

He was tall and well-built, with a lean, muscular physique, sharp facial features, and a charming face. He had jet-black hair and blue eyes that seemed to hint at danger and mystery.

His aura was calm and collected, exuding confidence and charisma that attracted people's attention to him.

'Well, it will seem like narcissism, but I do look too handsome and dashing. It's no wonder previous Asher was always surrounded by many women. Despite that, it's indeed surprising that he didn't get himself laid even once till his death, just like my past self in previous life.' Asher thought as he admired himself in the mirror like some narcissistic individual.

Soon, Asher wore black pants, a white jacket over a black shirt, and black shoes.

The white jacket had black stripes on its collar and sleeves. Its buttons were shiny and silver, and the fabric was comfortable and breathable.

The black shirt underneath was simple and elegant. The pants were sleek and stylish, fitting Asher in a perfect manner.

Overall, he looked sophisticated, fashionable, and handsome.

'Hmmm... I look perfect in these clothes. Previous Asher had a nice collection.' He expressed this while looking at his reflection.

After getting ready, Asher arrived at the car garage of his mansion, where many luxurious and sports cars were parked.

He admired the beautiful cars for a while, planning to drive them later.

Asher waited for his maid for a few minutes, and soon he noticed her walking towards him, dressed in a black skin-tight body suit designed for agility and flexibility with black knee-high boots. 

The outfit highlighted her body, giving her a sexy, mature, and elegant appearance. Her top was half open, giving a view of her deep cleavage, while her pants hugged her thick ass, leaving nothing to the imagination and showcasing her curves for everyone to appreciate.

Nadia soon arrived in front of him, dressed in a black combat suit. Looking at her appearance, he thought, 'She looks sexy in this outfit.'

Asher stared at her sexy figure and complimented her with a smile, "You look great in these clothes."

"Thank you, Young Master." She giggled upon hearing his praise and thanked him.

Asher smiled and guided her to the black sports car he chose as they sat in the seat.

Soon, Nadia started driving the car through the streets of Capital City after knowing his destination.

The car cruised on the road as Asher admired the scenery in Capital City while she operated the car like an expert.

After half an hour, she steered the car near the undeveloped part of the capital city.

Nadia stopped the car at a safe distance. The black sports car looked out of the place, parked outside abandoned slums, attracting the attention of nearby people. However, no one dared to approach the vehicle.

Asher walked through the abandoned slums as she followed him from behind without making a sound, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

Soon, Asher stopped in front of a dilapidated building and stated, "Nadia, I have business inside this building. You wait outside."

She acknowledged and replied, "Okay, Young Master."

Asher looked at the dilapidated building with mixed feelings.

Climbing stairs and walking through the hallway, he arrived in front of a third apartment door on the fourth floor. He observed the door with tense nerves.

Soon after that, he picked up a key below a plant pot beside a window and opened the door. Asher noticed everything was dusty inside, as if no one lived there.

'Haah... It's the same as I remember. The dusty house of my past life.' Asher sighed in his heart as nostalgic memories resurfaced in his mind.

He stepped inside the room at a slow pace and noticed a photo frame on a study desk, which showed a beautiful young woman holding a smiling boy in her arms.

Asher picked up the picture frame with a gentle smile, thinking, 'This is the last memory I have of mom, as she left me behind in an orphanage with a letter stating that she was forced to give me up due to circumstances.'

Asher sighed as tears welled up, refusing to fall, just like his pride. He was hurt, but he was not yet broken.

Looking at the picture frame, he reminisced about a few of his childhood memories of the mother he had as he shed a drop of tears for the first time in his life without making a sound.

'Mom, I miss you.' Asher thought, and his heart was filled with utter sadness.

After a while, he calmed down and checked around the house, finding nothing valuable except the picture.

All of a sudden, he noticed a diary lying in a corner of the study desk, which he grabbed without delay and put in his pocket.

'I forgot that mom wrote a diary before leaving me in the orphanage; maybe it might contain important information.' Asher thought. He was curious, as he planned to examine it later because he couldn't even open it till now.

Soon, Asher left the dilapidated house, locking the door.

Walking towards her, he instructed her with the next destination, "Nadia, let's go."

She nodded and drove the black sports car through the capital city's roads again.

Soon thereafter, the black sports car stopped in front of a path where the entrance to the alley was, and she parked the car nearby.

Asher got out of the car and started walking through the alley, with her right behind him.