Meanwhile, in a corner of the courtyard in Pathfinder Sect, Clifford was engaged in a conversation with a man. This man had a cloth bag hanging from his waist, and within it was Faiyar's soul, struggling in agony.
The man in question was Keiran Mueller. In his quest for rapid cultivation, he roamed far and wide, hunting down Demonic Cultivators from the Inferno Devil lineage. After all, the majority of these cultivators were independent, with few people bothering about them in that place.
With great excitement, Keiran exclaimed, "Mr. Fowler, thank you very much! I never expected to encounter a Demonic Cultivator with the demonic fire in Pathfinder Sect. It seems I have a real chance of breaking through to become an Eighth Level Tribulator. Once I've succeeded, I'll go back and show my father. Even if I'm wandering around everywhere, I can still make a significant leap in my abilities."
"Mr. Mueller, thanking each other in our relationship seems a bit unnecessary, don't you think? We both benefit from this arrangement. You receive resources for your cultivation, while I eliminate a love rival. Anyone who dares to vie for my Serena's affection is simply courting death."
After Clifford finished speaking, his gaze fiercely fixated on the cloth bag around Keiran's waist.
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