At Sk''s headquarters, Truett sat alone in a room and sipped on the special Genesis Liquor


    produced exclusively by their group, called Qhairos.


    After losing the battle to James, Truett returned to Sk and shut himself in Larsciel Pavilion for


    eight epochs.


    During that time, Truett had done nothing but drink continuously in a gloomy mood.


    The young master shutting himself in had attracted the attention of Sk''s senior and important


    members.


    Those members quickly dispatched their men to find out what had happened to Truett.


    Sadly, all they had gathered was that Truett had visited Mount Martialis of the Timaeus Sect. They


    had no information about what Truett had encountered at Mount Martialis.


    Eventually, eight elders gathered outside the entrance of the Larsciel Pavilion.


    "It''s been eight epochs.” An elderly man smoothed his beard. “We can''t just sit around and watch


    the young master go on like this.”


    The other seven elders exchanged concerned nces. However, they were all at a loss for what to


    do.


    Just then, a huge shadow moved across the sky. A man materialized a few steps away from the


    elders the next instant.


    The elders spotted the man and bowed slightly.


    “Greetings to Mr. Yegor!”


    The man standing before them was none other than Sk''s leader, Yegor.


    After he had infiltrated James’ soul space and had a discussion with him, Yegor left Timaeus Sect


    and traveled toward the Dark Genesis World to check its surrounding area.


    Then, he rushed back to their headquarters after receiving news about Truett.


    "What''s wrong?” Yegor looked at the elders and askedN?velDrama.Org ? content.


    The elders quickly informed him about Truett''s condition.


    After listening to their exnation, Yegor headed for the stairs leading up to the Larsciel Pavilion''s


    entrance with an unreadable expression on his face.


    Just as he reached the door, Yegor nced at the elders over his shoulder. “All of you can return to


    your duties first. I''ll handle things here.”


    The elders gave a low bow and teleported away upon receiving Yegor''s instruction.


    Yegor lifted his hand and channeled an immense amount of Genesis Power toward the sky. His


    powers formed a soundproof formation covering the entire Larsciel Pavilion.


    Then, Yegor kicked the door open and entered the room


    Yegor''s face darkened when he spotted a drunk Truett and the empty liquor bottles scattered on the


    floor.


    "Get out.” Truett''s speech was slurred.


    Yegor stopped beside him.


    “I told you to get out!” Truett was about to m his hand on the table when someone caught his


    wrist.


    Truett lifted his gaze and saw Yegor''s face. The young man scrambled to his feet almost instantly.


    “Dad...” Truett was slowly sobering up.


    "You''ve sealed away ny percent of your cultivation base.” Yegor narrowed his eyes. “You only


    have powers of the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank’s Seventh Tribtion at the moment.”


    Truett lowered his head anxiously.


    “You challenged him to a battle...” Yegor said, “...and you lost.”