A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5329

She subconsciously tugged her collar higher, a blush of embarrassment tinting her already flushed cheeks.

Every reckless moment she had shared with Jared then echoed through her body as a lingering, sweet soreness that pulsed at her waist.

Jared, sensing her discomfort, brushed a loose strand from her forehead. “Once I'm done with the affairs at Darkwind Gorge, I'll come straight back. Rest here, clear your mind. When I return, I'll ease every knot left by our enthusiasm.”

Crimson bloomed across Lyra's cheeks, the color racing to the tips of her ears.

She knew her lack of cultivation would only burden them, so she nodded despite the sting in her eyes. “Please, both of you, return safely.”

Jared ruffled her hair with a soft smile. The moment he turned away, affection in his gaze froze into razor-sharp determination.

Flaxseed waited in the courtyard, grinning. “Come on—every breath we give those old ghosts of Malevolent Path Hall is one breath too many.”

The two exchanged a look. Spiritual energy flared around them, and Sky Walk carried their bodies upward, streaking like twin comets toward Darkwind Gorge, situated on the border of level five.

From the corridor, Lyra watched until the twin streaks vanished into the clouds. A hand pressed to her burning cheek, she whispered over and over, “Return safe.”

Darkwind Gorge sprawled along the outer rim of level five—a wasteland choked year-round by dark green miasma, its depths crawling with demon beasts few cultivators dared disturb.

Riding Sky Walk at full tilt, Jared and Flaxseed crossed towns and forests in a blur. Three days later, they hovered over the outskirts of Darkwind Gorge, wind howling in their ears.

“Mr. Flaxseed, we split up. Take the left ravine. I'll comb the right-hand forest. Meet back here in an hour,” Jared uttered resolutely.

“All right!”

Flaxseed whipped three saffron charms from his sleeve. Each bore a labyrinth of vermilion runes that glimmered like spiritual light.

He tossed them skyward, chanting under his breath. The charms ignited into yellow streaks that tore into the miasma, trailing comet-tails of light. Flaxseed darted after them, his silhouette swallowed almost at once by the mist.

Jared inhaled slowly. Deep inside, his Power of Dragons stirred; lustrous golden scales spread from his wrists to his elbows, and a faint halo pushed the toxic vapor one meter from his skin.