“It’s been ages since I, Lyndon Moldell, have felt this great! Come over here!” scoffed Lyndon as he turned to look at the seven men.

“…Y-yes, senior…?” asked the men as they cautiously approached him.

“Give me his address so I can deal with him. Also, I’ll need you to do something for me in return. Otherwise, I won’t help with your problem!” said Lyndon with a sneer.

Though they were startled, after thinking about it for a while, Jaxon nodded before replying, “Alright, senior! Please state your request!”

“I know you’ve been ordered to guard me, so I won’t request to be set free. On the contrary, I believe my request should be simple enough to fulfill. See, while I was out training during my youth, I had a child in the secular world, and they eventually started the Moldell family who practiced secret techniques. I, for one, believe that the knowledge should’ve been passed down the generations, but that aside… I want all of you to search for my descendants. If you come across an