"M-Mr. Rhys, I'm truly sorry. I was wrong earlier. Please don't hold it against me, and forgive me this once." After a moment of stunned silence, Zayne quickly apologized, with sweat beading on his forehead. He knew Dustin was an ultimate grandmaster who could instantly end his life.

"Don't do it again." Dustin shot him a cold glare but didn't take the opportunity to strike.

In his eyes, these people had already sealed their fate by colluding with the Hall of Gods and infiltrating Sacred Wrym Summit. It was just a matter of when they would die.

"Of course, Mr. Rhys. Thank you for your mercy." Zayne nodded repeatedly. His face was a mixture of relief and gratitude.

It was clear that if not for Dustin's magnanimity, today could have been his last. He had learned a hard lesson in humility—never blindly flatter or misread the situation, or death would come soon enough.

"I'll cut it short. We all have the same goal here. As long as we work together, I'm confident we'll succeed in tonig