<h4>Chapter 1502: Chapter 1502: The Secret of Sealing Pulse</h4><h4></h4>


    Isabe Warm’s "Thank you" had yet to be voiced.


    It was instantly shot down by enor Wood’s retort.


    "You... are one of the Sealing Pulse?" Isabe Warm knew she had no chance of escape!


    The refined man in white before her, holding a fan...


    Was even capable of dueling Andrew to a draw; let alone dealing with her.


    "Correct, Sealing Pulse. Pure lineage, undoubtedly a true heir of the Seven Veins." enor Wood shook her fan, stepped closer to Isabe Warm, and scrutinized her: "Hm, not bad looking. No wonder you managed to ensnare our Lord to the point of obsession. But I’ve spoken to him about you before, and despite all evidence pointing your way, the Lord steadfastly refused to believe you were the one who poisoned him."


    "It wasn’t me." Isabe Warm’s heart skipped a beat.


    Could it be true?


    He believed in her?


    Without warning, Isabe Warm’s nose tingled with emotion as a surge of gratitude overcame her. Suddenly, all the indignities and hardships she had endured...


    Seemed worth it.


    "Youngdy, I’ve always believed it was you who administered the poison. Did you know that the Lord was poisoned because of a chess match he once yed against me, staking his own life on the game? What transpired after that, however, is not within my knowledge." enor Wood offered a faint smile: "Are you iming you truly weren’t the one behind it?"


    "Yes! Truly!"


    Isabe Warm nodded vigorously, regaining herposure. She then countered, "Sir. As far as I know, Pendleton appointed only Devlin as the Sealing Pulse Vein Holder. Ever since Devlin defected to Thunderpeak Hall, the Sealing Pulse has been obliterated. You im you are with the Sealing Pulse, so then, what is your connection to Devlin..."


    She had to make this clear!


    Today’s conspiracy was entirely orchestrated by Devlin!


    If the man before her truly belonged to the Sealing Pulse, then being rescued on Lord’smand was an impossibility!


    He was an enemy, not a friend!


    Isabe Warm would rather die than be a weakness used to manipte the Lord!


    "Devlin?" enor Wood scoffed, "Sooner orter, I’ll personally clean house!"


    The once-mighty Sealing Pulse, reduced to ruin, teetering on extinction!


    All of this was a consequence of Devlin’s insatiable greed for immortality—his betrayal of Pendleton, of the Sealing Pulse, and of his kin. All for selfish gain, leading to this cmity!


    enor Wood himself had once held the upper hand in their rivalry, only to be undone by Devlin’s ruthless audacity, ultimately resulting in defeat.


    Disheartened, he joined Medicine King Valley.


    Had he foreseen the Sealing Pulse’s downfall, he would never have relinquished the Vein Holder’s mantle!


    "If you’re no associate of Devlin, then proceed as you will." Isabe Warm stammered with pain.


    If she were apprehended and presented before the Lord now, how could she vindicate herself?


    She needed to prove to Julius Reed that Grace River was the true source of discord!


    That she, Isabe Warm, was the one he could genuinely trust!


    Devoid of energy, dejected.


    Had she not been scatterbrained, Devlin would never have had the opportunity to exploit her.


    "City Lord—is he well? He... cannot die." Isabe Warm lifted her gaze to enor Wood, her eyes filled with pleading.


    Andrew’s remarks had ignited fears for Ian Jorden’s survival.


    Had Isabe not orchestrated events earlier, Ian Jorden might have led a privileged life, basking in luxury and stationed beside the Lord, holding a position of unparalleled authority!


    But now...


    Ian Jorden had donned a new face,ing to Swimming City, driven solely by their cherished n.


    And now, with the n iplete, if Ian Jorden perished, and she herself was captured,


    Then their efforts of over a decade—all for naught?


    It seemed as though those ten-plus years had been meaningless toil.


    Isabe Warm felt anguish!


    Felt regret.


    "City Lord? Die? Impossible. The Lord is personally in action; how could the City Lord die!" enor Woodughed aloud as though hearing the most absurd joke: "Anyone facing the Lord is certain to perish! He’s a walking cmity, bringing misfortune wherever he goes!"


    "Let’s move." Isabe Warm suddenly felt liberated.


    Perhaps, this was destiny!


    A decade ofbor, gone to ashes—not only had her ideal n failed, but she had also been branded a traitor.


    Life ever brimmed with cruel twists.


    "Where to?" enor Wood paused dumbfounded.


    "Wasn’t it the Lord who instructed you to bring me back?" Isabe Warm hesitated in confusion.


    Could there have been a misunderstanding?


    But there wasn’t any!


    "If the Lord told me to arrest you and I followed orders, wouldn’t that make me look spineless?" enor Wood chuckled lightly, waving his paper fan: "Go on, you may leave."


    "Truly?"


    Isabe Warm hesitated with skepticism but then beamed in delight.


    "Sir, you must not deceive me." She sought confirmation.


    "Rx. I said I wouldn’t apprehend you, and I mean it. I’m saving you because I owe him a favor. As for arresting you? I, enor Wood, standing as the Medicine God of Medicine King Valley—am I to dance to his tune?" enor Wood scoffed, shaking his paper fan: "Leave now."


    "Thank you, Senior!" Isabe Warm felt ecstatic!


    If so!


    Then she would have ample time toplete the n!


    The winding path had no outlet, yet here awaited a hidden vige bathed in light!


    "Hold on!" But just as Isabe Warm turned away, enor Wood unexpectedly called out.


    "Senior, you can’t go back on your word!" Isabe Warmshed out—it wasn’t the fear of being captured, but the cruelty of granting hope only to deliver despair. Was this the act of a man?


    "Medication! You’re injured; consider this my favor to you." enor Wood retrieved a small pill from his pocket and tossed it toward Isabe Warm: "Remember, next time, you might not be so fortunate."


    "Thank you!" Isabe Warm epted the pill without hesitation and swallowed it directly.


    "No doubt the Bead Pulse Vein Holder—this caliber of courage is not something the ordinary folk possess." enor Wood nodded approvingly, his gaze filled with admiration.


    "Senior, I dare to ask one question!" Fighting her inner struggle, Isabe Warm ventured forth: "Since you are of the Sealing Pulse, do you know the Sealing Pulse’s method for erasing memories?"


    This was one of the reasons she kept Devlin close.


    Back then, Isabe Warm had gone so far as to arrange Devlin and Granny Xihua’s union—to bind this Sealing Pulse Vein Holder.


    In the hope of overthrowing Pendleton, while simultaneously settling the issues Demarco Mount stirred.


    But who could have foreseen the Lord’s unexpected fall?


    Years ago, in a bid to dismiss Pendleton, she falsely imed the Lord would face cmity within ten years—a lie that eventually came true.


    And after that, the news silently propagated until it reached the Lord’s ears.


    Even if Isabe Warm jumped into the Yellow River, she wouldn’t be able to cleanse herself of suspicion.


    Later...


    When the Lord lost his memory, Isabe Warm began to force Devlin to seek a way to restore it.


    But Devlin’s wiliness led him to exploit Isabe Warm’s intent.


    Having learned her aim, he was emboldened by his security.


    Fully aware that as long as the Lord’s memory remained lost, his own safety was assured.


    Precisely for this reason, Devlin dared to eliminate Granny Xihua and betray Thunderpeak Hall!


    For he knew that as long as he didn’t cross the ultimate boundary, his life would remain intact!


    "Erase memories? No clue." enor Wood shrugged helplessly: "That’s within the prerogative of the Vein Holder. While I may surpass Vein Holders in skill, rules are rules. This matter... only Devlin might know."


    "Thank you..." Isabe Warm murmured, disheartened.


    "But I do know how to forge memories." Just as she neared the brink of despair, enor Wood’s words jolted her with shock: "Reality conjured by the mind. The Sealing Pulse’s method of fabricating memories is simple. Merely have someone don the Night mask and use the unique hypnosis of the Sealing Pulse to stage y-like scenes as if in a dramatic production. These fabricated moments would thentch onto the mind as memories."


    "Youngdy, upon emerging from seclusion, I learned of one peculiar event." enor Wood ascended, vanishing as he departed.


    Leaving only a single phrase behind.


    "There’s a gap of several days unounted for—from the Lord’s defeat on the snowy mountain to his subsequent arrival at Gonzalez City."