Aiden Knight's POV
I watch Quentin Thorne's car disappear into the night from my villa's second-floor window. The arrogant bastard had the nerve to show up here, making threats like he owns this entire province. His words echo in my mind as I descend the stairs.
Three days. He thinks he can eliminate me in three days.
The ignorance is almost amusing. Almost.
I pour myself a glass of water and lean against the kitchen counter. The villa feels too quiet tonight. Too empty. Usually, this silence brings me peace, but something feels different.
My phone buzzes with a message from Roman Sterling. Bradley Orwell has arrived at the designated training facility. Good. The next two months will transform him from a merely competent grandmaster into something far more dangerous. The cultivation techniques I've provided, combined with the enhanced pills from my Samsara Graveyard, will push his abilities beyond what most people in this province consider possible.
