The Immortal Had a Guardian Spirit

An immortal sinner who had lived well over a hundred years was, at his core, soft-hearted.

So when he learned that the disciple he had regarded as his own child had deceived him, he felt sorrow more keenly than rage, and chose to vanish into seclusion rather than seek revenge.

And so, ten years passed.

The problem was that he did not have only one disciple.

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“Go find your disciples.”

Death grinned.

He had just seen Raven’s disciples gathered in one place, designing a windowless room—but what did that matter?

They had brought it upon themselves.