Master Kaelen, clad in white robes, shielded me behind him with his left hand.
“My little apprentice, it’s been years. How did you end up so battered and bullied?”
His scolding gaze held a hint of concern.
Our eyes met, and I suddenly threw my arms around him.
Tears of grievance streamed down my face.
Turns out, that warming jade was Master’s last resort, given to me because he worried.
If the jade shattered, Master would rush to protect me.
Damon couldn’t see, so he didn’t understand what was happening; he only heard our conversation.
A flicker of unease, perhaps possessiveness, welled up in his heart.
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He instinctively called out to me, “Anya Reed, come here!”
But his answer was Master Kaelen’s sharp sword.
The blade was keen, but it wasn’t aimed at his life; it merely sliced through the white bandage covering his eyes.
Damon’s empty eyes were revealed.
“Heh, little apprentice, this is the blind fool you fell for? It was certainly worth running away from home for, wasn’t it!”
Hearing Master Kaelen’s words, I hung my head in shame.
My first meeting with Damon was at a temple fair.
I had lived with Master Kaelen at Grand Sorrow Temple since childhood. Because of Master’s reputation, many people came up the mountain each year to offer incense and pray for peace.
So I had met all sorts of people, but Damon Blackwood was the kindest person I had ever seen.
I vaguely remembered that year, beneath the Magnolia tree, his soul was purer than the white Magnolia blossoms.
I had always been stubborn.
So when Master Kaelen warned me that my spiritual cultivation was too shallow, that this man wasn’t my destiny but a trial,
I still defiantly ran away with Damon, down the mountain.
But even with my stubbornness, Master Kaelen had still left me a way out.
Damon was startled by Master Kaelen, and his words made him furious.
He tried to get up and grope his way towards us, but I effortlessly knocked him back.
“Damon Blackwood, you promised me. Anything I wanted, if I drew the talismans.”
I stared at him, enunciating each word.
“Damon Blackwood, let’s get a divorce.”
As my words left my lips, the last hint of color vanished from Damon’s face.
He refused without thinking.
“No!”
Master Kaelen ignored him, stepped forward, pricked his finger, and pressed his print onto a blank sheet of paper.
Then I quickly wrote out the divorce agreement.
“Anya Reed, how could you do this to me?!”
“Damon Blackwood, from this moment on, we are cutting ties completely!”
Damon couldn’t understand why I, the one he couldn’t let go of, would deceive him for two lifetimes and cause him to be
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plagued by spirits.
He had thought it was just me throwing a tantrum, perhaps playing some trick to temporarily blind him.
But until now, after two lifetimes, he finally began to fear permanent blindness.
He realized for the first time that he might never see again.
“Seraphina! Why?! I trusted you so much!”
Damon screamed hysterically, blindly groping for the person at his feet and yanking their hair.
But the bodyguard, who had always been subservient to him, suddenly stepped forward and turned against him,
snatching Seraphina back from his grasp.
I watched in stunned silence. So, in the previous life, Seraphina’s accomplice and schemer was actually Damon’s bodyguard, Milo Bellwether.
“Milo, save me!”
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Seraphina sobbed and hid in Milo Bellwether’s arms.
Milo was a trained fighter. Even with all the Blackwood family’s security guards surrounding them, the two still managed to
escape.
Mr. Sterling’s face was as dark as a storm cloud. A beautiful banquet had been utterly ruined.
“Damon Blackwood, keep your word. You are not allowed to step foot in the Blackwood family manor again!”
As a disabled man, Damon naturally couldn’t remain an heir, especially since he was just an illegitimate son.
So Mr. Sterling unceremoniously banished him.
Once everything settled down, Mr. Sterling returned to his amiable self, just as he was when we first met.
His gaze tentatively turned to Master Kaelen.
“Worry–Free Master, please forgive this spectacle. Shall we continue?”
His fawning words were mercilessly cut off by Master Kaelen.
“Arthur Sterling, your fate is steeped in wicked deeds; there’s no saving you.”
The words, though from a refined face, were incredibly harsh.
Before Mr. Sterling could reply, a younger family member immediately objected.
“You damn mystic, how dare you speak like that?!”
“We hired you with good money, and you’re overstepping your bounds?!”
It was Arthur Sterling, Damon’s father.
He was already fuming with rage over his precious son’s situation and now bearing Master Koolen curso Mr. Storling
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he instantly lashed out.
But the next second, he was slapped to the ground by Mr. Sterling.
“Idiot! Is that any way for you to speak?!”
