Mr. Crawford’s face darkened as he turned to Master Dawnshade, who was still meditating.
Master Dawnshade himself was severely injured, let alone Barret. Keeping him alive was already a miracle—talk of recovery was a luxury.
But Mr. Crawford was not satisfied with this outcome. "Master, what about my grandson?"
"Master Crawford," Master Dawnshade coughed heavily, his body swaying. "You saw the vengeful spirit yourself—it was relentless and had no intention of leaving survivors. With Mr. Fisher absent, there’s no way to resolve this grudge."
Mr. Crawford narrowed his eyes. "Master, in all these years, has the Crawford family ever treated you poorly? What grudge can’t be resolved? Just tell me—how can my grandson return to normal?"
Master Dawnshade shook his head.
Mr. Crawford’s temper
