"Holy Son, you should know that Morwen is fine, but Kara is not a member of the demon clan. She does not have a trace of our demon clan's blood. If the old sect master hadn't stood up against all opinions, she wouldn't even be here."

Elian's voice grew colder with every word, like frost creeping up a blade.

"So the Third Elder is jealous," Luca said lazily, his tone indifferent.

"Lord Holy Son, this is no small matter. Those who are not of our race will inevitably harbor different intentions!"

Elian's eyes burned. "Although Kara was raised by the old sect master of the Black Demon Sect, she is still human. In Blackspire Mountain, how can a human girl sit in the position of sect master?"

"I am acting purely for the Black Demon Sect. Even if the sect master position is given to any demon other than Kara, I will not complain."

His stance was unwavering.

The human race was the mortal enemy of the Blackspire Mountain—this belief was etched into his bones. Letting a human rule the Black Demon Sect was a humiliation that gnawed at his pride.

"You are right," Luca replied calmly. "Those who are not of our race must indeed have different minds."

He paused, then smiled faintly.

"However, since Kara was personally raised by your old sect master, there shouldn't be any immediate problem."

"The Black Demon Sect has developed faster under her leadership than at any time in the past thousand years. If she truly had other intentions, she would have revealed her fangs the moment she stepped into the Supreme Realm."

Luca's eyes darkened slightly.

"Think about it another way."

"Isn't it far more interesting for us demons to toy with human women, turn human Supremes into weapons, and have them swing their blades toward Skyreach Territory—letting humans slaughter humans?"

Elian froze.

Then, slowly, his expression relaxed.

"What the Holy Son says… makes sense."

"Good," Luca replied. "Go back. I'll wait for your good news."

"Understood."

Elian put away the purple jade bottle, bowed, and left.

Luca remained where he was, his gaze drifting toward the Peaceful Haven Inn in the distance, finally settling on a window on the third floor.

"Kara… Kara," he murmured.

"Since you refuse both, then I'll play this game properly."

"I'm really looking forward to the day you kneel and beg me."

With a cold sneer, his figure vanished.

Late night.

Moon obscured. Wind sharp.

In Fortune's Arrival Inn, only a handful of rooms were still lit.

Inside Kara's room, master and disciple sat facing each other at the table.

"Master, I don't agree!"

Morwen's voice was firm, her fists clenched tightly.

"Morwen," Kara said calmly, "sit down and listen."

"…," Morwen pouted, then reluctantly sat back down.

"Luca came here for me," Kara said slowly. "The Black Demon Sect only has one Sage Token left. You are the most suitable candidate."

"You are different from me. I am pure human and already ostracized within the sect. Even entering the Training Trial Secret Realm would be dangerous—not just the dangers of the secret realm, but the hidden malice of demon sects as well."

She looked at Morwen gently.

"Luca is also trying to seize the Sage Token in my hand. I cannot secure that position."

"But you are different. You carry demon blood. You are acknowledged by the sect. If the Sage Token is given to you, and you enter the secret realm with them, no one from the same clan will deliberately target you."

"Besides," Kara continued, "you are young and exceptionally talented. If you obtain inheritance or treasures from the secret realm, your strength will soar. You can take over the sect sooner."

"Master…" Morwen lowered her head, voice trembling. "We agreed to enter the Training Trial Secret Realm together."

"Sooner or later, you must walk your own path," Kara replied softly.

"This time, go alone. Treat it as experience."

Morwen clenched her fists.

The image of her defeat at Althea's hands from the Azure Origin Dao Sect surged up, sharp and humiliating.

Her eyes hardened.

"Master, don't worry. This disciple will cultivate diligently and obtain powerful treasures and inheritance in the secret realm."

Kara nodded.

"Good."

"It's late. Rest."

Morwen nodded and lay down.

Kara extinguished the lamp.

Darkness swallowed the room, moonlight filtering faintly through the window lattice.

Just as Kara lay down and closed her eyes—

A calm, faint voice drifted through the darkness.

"You two went to bed so early. Don't you want to stay up and chat with me?"

Kara's eyes snapped open.

Her heart jolted violently.

She sat up at once, alert and tense.

At the boundary between light and shadow, a man dressed in black sat at the table. His posture was straight, unhurried. He calmly lifted the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

Moonlight brushed across his face.

In the darkness, his eyes glowed with a faint blue flame.

Those eyes were deep and cold, carrying a pressure that made the air itself feel heavier.

Handsome features, sharp lines, restrained yet dangerous—under the moonlight, he looked almost bewitching.

"Who are you?" Kara demanded, her brows drawn tight, her voice cold and vigilant.

For some reason, the man before her felt vaguely familiar… as if she had seen him somewhere before.

"Who dares to break into our room?!"

Morwen sat up abruptly, demonic energy condensing in her palms, ready to strike.

Kara immediately pressed down on Morwen's wrist.

"Calm down!"

Her voice was low but firm.

"This person entered without alerting anyone. He is absolutely not ordinary."

Kara's perception spread outward, probing the man before her.

There was only a faint trace of demonic energy—so weak it was almost negligible.

Like an ordinary little demon.

But her heart sank instead of relaxing.

Anyone who could appear beside her without triggering her senses had only two explanations.

Either he cultivated an extremely profound concealment technique…

Or his strength exceeded hers by an overwhelming margin.

There was no third possibility.

The man raised his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips lifting into a faint, amused smile.

Kara steadied her breathing, her gaze sharp as a drawn blade.

"Who are you, your Excellency, and why did you break into my room alone late at night?"

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