With Bated Breath

Linley quietly left, returning to his own manor.

On the road back from Clayde’s residence to his own, Linley’s face was a mask of unhappiness. This news he had just received had made Linley think that things would be much more difficult now.

“Linley. What decision have you come to?” Doehring Cowart appeared from within the Coiling Dragon ring.

There was still a degree of distance between Linley’s residence and Clayde’s manor. Doehring Cowart, this five-thousand year old ghost of a peak-stage Saint level combatant, wasn’t afraid that Lord Fallen Leaf would see him here.

“Me?”

Linley balled his fists. “Endure. I can only endure and wait.”

Doehring Cowart nodded with satisfaction. He had watched every step of Linley’s journey and growth. Doehring Cowart felt affection and love for Linley as he might a grandson.

He didn’t wish for Linley to act too rashly.