Keith landed inside his room and sat on the edge of his bed.
Outside, the entire Molak Family estate had lit up as news of the incident spread.
After all, two disciples of the Molak Family had been killed inside the Molak Family itself.
An investigation was already underway.
Either an outside assassin had infiltrated the family...
Or there was an insider responsible.
The possibility of an outside assassin was a stretch.
After all, who was the Molak Family?
They possessed hundreds of High-Level Rank 0 experts, dozens of Peak Rank 0 powerhouses, and even an Ancestor who stood far above them all.
How could an assassin possibly enter without being discovered?
But if it was an insider...
That wasn't any better.
While the family remained puzzled, Keith silently looked down at his scaled arms.
Their dark obsidian color stood out clearly in the dimly lit room as his heart pounded violently.
Strangely enough...
His guilt had almost disappeared.
Thinking about it...
