The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King

At this time, Zack, who was on the eleventh floor of the Cinnabar Tower, was also in shock.

How could the inheritor of Queen Cyan's will suddenly appear?

Zack was so excited that he nearly burst into tears.

The tower keepers, while belonging to the Cinnabar Sect, were independent from it. They were born for one purpose: to protect the Cinnabar Tower.

And they were all waiting for someone destined to appear.

Now, that person had finally arrived.

The mission passed down through generations was finally fulfilled—by Zack. From this moment on, he was free.

He no longer needed to guard the Cinnabar Tower.

How could he not be thrilled?

He should thank John!

Zack now firmly believed that John couldn't be a sorcerer. Just like Mark had suspected—it was impossible for a sorcerer to obtain the inheritance of Queen Cyan's will.

He waited anxiously.

Soon, Zack saw a pair of bare legs descending the stairs. He stepped forward excitedly, only to freeze in place.

A bald man appeared before him.

A completely naked, bald man.

That man was John.

John, too, looked awkward.

To devour the spiritual fire, his clothes, hair, and even his eyebrows had been reduced to ashes.

Though the inheritance of Queen Cyan's will had healed his skin, it hadn't brought his hair back.

Fortunately, John was a good-looking man. Even bald, he had an undeniable charm, and people could almost overlook his missing eyebrows.

Zack stared blankly.

John sighed and said, "Hey, stop standing there like that. I'm afraid you'll feel too self-conscious just looking at me. Go get me something to wear."

"Okay!"

Zack, who was usually cold and composed—even when facing someone like Mark—now seemed like a completely different person. At this moment, he acted with uncharacteristic enthusiasm and quickly threw a large black robe to John.

"Eh?"

John raised an eyebrow at the robe. He suddenly remembered—when he had caught Perry Moreno, the old man had also changed into something similar.

Apparently, these robes were magical items meant to conceal something.

That old bastard Perry never told him he had one of these! After so many years together, the man never once showed it off.

What a jerk.

As he slipped into the black robe, John silently cursed Perry Moreno's irresponsibility.

"Zack!"

Just then, Mark's anxious voice rang out.

He had just reached the eleventh floor. Since John had run upstairs to get dressed, Mark hadn't seen him.

"Zack," Mark said urgently, "Do we still need to kill the sorcerer?"

"Kill the sorcerer?"

Before Zack could reply, John, now fully robed, walked down the stairs with a playful grin and asked, "What kind of sorcerer are you talking about?"

"Uh..."

Mark hadn't expected John to hear that. He felt a little embarrassed.

But based on John's current appearance, he didn't look like a sorcerer at all.

Zack, on the other hand, remained calm and said bluntly, "He's not a sorcerer. He's the inheritor of Queen Cyan's will."

Even though Mark had already suspected it, hearing Zack confirm it made him tremble.

He was flooded with mixed emotions.

The Cinnabar Tower had stood within the Cinnabar Sect for countless years. Many disciples had entered and exited it, but none had ever been worthy of receiving Queen Cyan's inheritance.

In fact, few had even reached the ninth floor—let alone the top, where the true inheritance awaited.

Who would have thought that the one to finally obtain it... would be an outsider?

Of course, Mark had no authority to challenge Queen Cyan's choice—whether the chosen one was from the sect or not.

He dared not offend her.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. Smiling gently, he asked, "Would you be interested in joining the Cinnabar Sect and becoming a companion to Tracy?"

It was a diplomatic invitation.

Mark added quickly, "You'd be free to come and go as you please. Unless there's an emergency, we wouldn't require you to return."

In truth, the so-called act of becoming a Cinnabar Sect disciple was more about establishing a bond.

Once someone carried the sect's name, it would be hard for them to stand by indifferently if the sect ever faced danger.

John, however, smiled and replied, "As long as my sister becomes a disciple of the Cinnabar Sect, that's enough."

It was a polite refusal.

And he meant it.

After all, Mark's goal was to befriend John. As long as he treated Tracy well, John would naturally look favorably on the Cinnabar Sect.

John added, "Another reason I won't join is because I already belong to a sect."

"You already belong to a sect?" Mark asked in surprise.

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Nancy had clearly told him John was an independent cultivator. So what was this about a sect?

"May I ask the name of your sect?" Mark asked. "I'd like to visit it someday."

"Immortal Morality," John answered proudly.

The name made Mark's expression change slightly.