Averill blinked her eyes a few times and asked, "That's it? Are you sure you're not just frustrated and need me to comfort you?"

Felix gave a bitter smile.

"That's really it. I'm hoping you can help, Averill."

"Alright. I get it. What a bore! If I had known it would be this dull, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of diverting Leslie."

…

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at the Great Imperial Sect was grim. After all, their Supreme Elder, who was considered the guardian of the sect, had perished. Who could possibly feel good in such a situation?

"Mr. Cunningham! Are we just going to let this slide?"

Days had passed since the incident. Though the elders gathered in the council hall daily, no one had much to say.

The deputy sect leader glared angrily, sharing the same frustration as the rest, who were visibly unable to let go of their indignation.

Jaxon glanced around and said coldly, "And what should we do? Even our Supreme Elder was struck dead by a lightning bolt. Do you reall