Given another chance, Uncle Bodi would never have joined Henry's half-baked scheme of "sneaking under cover of darkness."
With Ophir and Henry slipping past Slayde's watch—combined with Bodi's legendary concealment arts—his safety should've been assured.
Truth be told, infiltrating the city lord's manor alone and eavesdropping under two Nascent Soul cultivators' noses was a feat that would make any veteran proud.
Yet the secrets he uncovered froze the blood in his veins—even for this battle-hardened cultivator. The Nathan family of Crimson Flame Ridge? Their second young master? The mastermind behind the military corruption scandal was a powerhouse of this magnitude?!
A Nascent Soul cultivator's spiritual senses were predator-sharp. That single slip of aura plunged Bodi into a life-or-
