Eternal life begins with saving my clan-Chapter 259 : Never heard of Him.

"What're you doing in this area?" The stern voice cut through the tension-filled air, causing the lady to jump in fright.

She spun around to face the source of the voice and found herself staring at the hooded young man from the village.

"W-Who... are you?" she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she took a cautious step back.

"What do you mean, 'who am I'?" he replied, shaking his head with a hint of amusement. "We met in the village, remember? You told me the direction of the Butterfly Gorge."

As his words sank in, a look of recognition flickered across her features, and she let out a slow breath, her fear gradually subsiding.

She scrutinized the hooded young man before her, searching for any sign of deceit or ulterior motive, but found none.

"Are you...?" she began to ask, her voice trailing off as she hesitated to voice her suspicions.

"Yes, I am," he interjected, his gaze unwavering as he turned to face her directly.

Her heart skipped a beat at his confirmation, her mind racing with questions and uncertainties.

But before she could respond, he posed a question of his own, his voice serious and demanding.

"No, no," she quickly shook her head, her gratitude mingled with a newfound sense of wariness.

Though she owed him her life, she couldn't ignore the mysterious aura surrounding him, nor the inexplicable power that had immobilized the bandits. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

She took a moment to compose herself before answering his question, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her.

"I... I was on a mission," she confessed, her eyes meeting his as she searched for any hint of judgment or condemnation in his gaze.

Her words hung in the air, the weight of their implications settling between them as they stood in the darkness of the night, bound by a shared moment of uncertainty and secrecy.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the lady explained her purpose for venturing into the dangerous territory.

"I'm headed to the Prefecture capital, and the normal route would have taken too many days, which I simply did not have. So, I decided to take the shortcut, and here I am."

He regarded her for a moment, his expression unreadable as he processed her words. Finally, he nodded.

"I believe you."

With a sense of relief washing over her, she watched as he effortlessly passed through the frozen bandits.

Pausing briefly before the bandit leader, he fixed him with a piercing stare before touching him with a single finger.

Bang!

The bandit leader erupted into a pool of blood, his remains splattering across the ground in a gruesome display.

The other frozen bandits could only watch in terror as their leader met his gruesome fate, their hearts pounding heavily with fear and despair.

Their eyes pleaded for mercy, their silent cries for clemency evident as they stared at the hooded young man with desperation.

But he remained unmoved by their pleas, his gaze shifting to the stupefied lady.

"You can do whatever you like with them. I'm leaving," he announced calmly, his words sending a chill down her spine.

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She stood frozen in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. She had expected the hooded young man to offer her aid and protection, but his sudden departure shattered her expectations.

In that moment, she realized just how wrong she had been about him.

As he turned to leave, disappearing into the darkness without a backward glance, she was left to grapple with the unsettling truth that she was alone once again in this perilous journey.

As she watched the hooded young man continue on his journey, the lady felt a sense of desperation wash over her.

She couldn't bear the thought of letting her savior slip away without even knowing his name or having any token to remember him by.

"Wait!" she shouted after him, her voice filled with urgency.

He paused and turned to look at her, his expression betraying a hint of confusion. "What?" he asked, his tone tinged with impatience. "Do you need anything?"

Struggling to find her words, she stumbled over her thoughts before finally managing to speak. "Em... Can you tell me who you are?" she demanded quickly.

"Why should I do that?" he countered, his gaze unwavering as he studied her.

"Because I want to thank my savior," she replied earnestly, her voice tinged with desperation. "I know... but that is the least I can do. Besides, my father will be furious if he learns I didn't at least know my savior's name."

"And who is your father?" he inquired, a note of curiosity creeping into his voice.

With a hint of pride, she proclaimed, "My father is the one and only General of the Cold Steel Pass."

The mention of the Cold Steel Pass seemed to give him pause, but he quickly shook his head. "I've never heard of him before," he admitted.

Her jaw dropped in disbelief at his words. How could he not have heard of her father, the esteemed General of the Cold Steel Pass?

The realization that her savior was unaware of her father's renown filled her with a mix of frustration and bewilderment.

As the lady stood rooted in place, feeling dejected and uncertain about the mysterious encounter, she was suddenly startled by a whistling sound cutting through the air.

Instinctively, she raised her head and caught the flying object hurtling towards her.

Opening her palm, she examined the small badge she now held—a nine-level pagoda drawn at its center.

The voice of the hooded young man echoed in her ears, declaring himself as the sect master, but by the time she looked up, he had vanished without a trace.

Frowning in disbelief, she muttered,

"Sect master my foot. Who dares to call himself the sect master?" Dismissing the badge as inconsequential, she casually tossed it into her storage ring, refusing to take it seriously.

Turning her attention to the frozen bandits nearby, her expression turned cold and deadly as she contemplated her next move.

Meanwhile, the hooded young man had long disappeared from the region, appearing thousands of miles away from the lady.

His goal remained clear: to find the elusive Butterfly Gorge.

However, despite his relentless efforts over the past few days, he had yet to uncover any clues about its whereabouts.

A trace of doubt flickered across his face as he considered the possibility of the lady's memory being tampered with.

However, he quickly dismissed the notion.

"Impossible," he muttered to himself.

"If her memory was tampered with, I would know."

Pushing aside his doubts, he refocused his efforts on locating the Butterfly Gorge.

Travelling for another thousand miles, he eventually reached the shore of a massive river.

As the hooded young man stood at the edge of the massive river, contemplating his next move, he knew that crossing it was his only option if he wanted to continue his journey northwestward.

With unwavering determination, he stepped onto the surface of the river, his movements defying the powerful current as if he were walking on solid ground.

The tumultuous waters had no effect on him, and his gray robe billowed gently in the breeze created by the river's flow.

Each step he took covered thousands of meters in an instant, propelling him forward with remarkable speed.

Suddenly, he came to a halt and turned his gaze towards a particular direction, his keen eyes scanning the large expanse of water. After a moment of contemplation, a rare smile graced his lips.