Along the way, Andrew and Nyx constantly encountered people from various factions, and it looked like everyone was heading toward the Deadlands.

Nyx said, "Mr. Lloyd Senior must be under a lot of pressure over there. Those people we just saw were vampires, and the group behind them looked like Eastern martial artists, but I didn't recognize them."

Andrew replied calmly, "I know who they are. That was Waylon Sloan from Sorya, along with his apprentice, Ezekiel Beckett."

As he spoke, a smile appeared at the corner of Andrew's mouth.

Nyx asked curiously, "What's with the smile?"

Andrew glanced at her and explained, "Ezekiel used to be an incredibly talented prodigy. But unfortunately for him, back in Holtrien, I crippled him and destroyed his martial path. I never expected to run into him here. What a small world!"

Nyx sighed. "You've made enemies with way too many people. That means you must have bitter rivals everywhere."

Andrew chuckled. "That's true, but I also have beautiful