Andrew scoffed. "What? What about me? I already let you off the hook before when you tried to meddle. But now, I'm done. Get as far away from me as you can. The Robertson family already made it clear they're not working with Sovereign's Apothecary anymore, but you're still hanging around here putting on that face. Don't you feel ridiculous?" Theon was so furious he nearly screamed, looking like he wanted to swallow Andrew whole. Emir, on the other hand, was stunned. He thought Andrew really had some guts to confront someone like Theon head-on. Sure, he was old-fashioned, but he was still Sovereign's Apothecary's chief alchemist, a renowned figure in Chetvine, and a respected guest among countless influential families. What he did not know was that Andrew viewed Theon as nothing more than a small-time player, hardly worth mentioning. "Now then, Mr. Robertson, do you believe what I said earlier?" Andrew turned to Emir with a smile. Emir hesitated for a moment before reluctantly

Andrew's smile was radiant. "Same old formula, same old smell. Go ahead and massage. I've been pretty tired lately. If you do a good job and make me feel comfortable, I'll arrange for that Life-Sustaining Elixir for your grandpa." Emir exploded. "In your dreams!" Saul roared, "Do as he says, right now!" He felt bad for his son, but not enough to stop him. Smelling someone's feet was a small price compared to the Life-Sustaining Elixir. Isabelle tried to comfort him. "Emir, just give Andrew a foot massage. He can make the Life-Sustaining Elixir for Grandpa… That's huge! You're not really losing anything. Besides, your temper's always been too fiery. Maybe this'll help you cool down a little." Emir was speechless at her reasoning. Eventually, he still forced a smile and said, "Wow, you're so thoughtful, Belle." He grabbed Andrew's foot and began pressing down. In his mind, he imagined the foot as two soft stress balls. He squeezed, then squeezed harder. If only he could cr

Andrew's expression was terrifyingly calm. "Don't move. You've lost too much blood, and you might die. I'll save you first, then we'll talk about everything else." Leslie raised her blood-stained hand and shouted hoarsely, "Forget me, go help General Phelan! Hurry! There's a martial emperor among them. If you're too late, General Phelan… she'll die! Please, go!" Andrew paid no attention and used his strong yet steady hands to bandage the wound on her abdomen. Then, he sprinkled some medicinal powder on it, and the bleeding quickly stopped. After that, Andrew forcibly pried open Leslie's mouth and fed her a pill. "Your life is saved now. I'm going to find Ms. Phelan. But whether she lives or dies depends on her fate." Leslie nodded frantically as tears streamed down her face. Andrew walked to the roadside and looked down to see a dark, dense forest below. At that moment, he could clearly see a trail of destruction cutting through the forest. It must have been left behind fr

From earlier, Andrew had already sensed that this martial emperor was at least at the third stage, far stronger than Wilder, who had only reached the first. The difference in power was massive, and right now, Andrew was not even close to being a match. He was still wounded, and it had only been a day since his fight with Wilder, so forcing another battle now would be pointless. While suspended midair, Andrew struck out several times in quick succession before deciding that retreat was the best strategy. However, every time he tried to land on the riverbank, he saw more than a dozen assassins dressed in black already waiting, ready to strike. Behind him, the martial emperor was advancing at terrifying speed, each step spanning several yards. Within two seconds, he was already almost on top of Andrew. On Luna's pale face, a bitter smile appeared. "I already called for help. But it'll take at least ten minutes for Mr. Turman to get here. Andrew, put me down. You should be able to e

Andrew finally realized that Luna had regained consciousness. He pulled away slightly and gestured toward the surface above them. Luna nodded, understanding that their pursuers were still nearby, so they both held their breath and stayed hidden underwater. Another two minutes passed, and Luna's head started spinning again. Andrew signaled that he could help her, but Luna quickly shook her head, refusing him. That tingling, breathless sensation from before still lingered in her chest, both uncomfortable and strangely intoxicating. However, her air was running out fast. Her chest ached, and her body trembled from lack of oxygen. Just as her consciousness began to fade again, Andrew leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers once more. Underwater, Luna's eyes widened in shock. Embarrassment, anger, and confusion all flooded through her. She wanted to ask why he needed his tongue for a simple breath exchange, but she could not speak. All she felt was the heat in her face. Mean