A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5796

The two attendants blanched and backed away, their faces drained of color.

They knew Clara's temper. She was brilliant, fiery, and freshly returned from years of tempering outside. She had yet to learn how terrifying this quiet guest could be.

Jared's patience flickered in his eyes, a brief spark of annoyance breaking through the calm surface. He had never meant to spar with a young girl, yet her relentless challenge stoked a quiet flame within him.

As tension stretched taut as a drawn bow, a deep, commanding shout split the air beyond the courtyard wall.

"Clara, stand down!"

Before the echo faded, Linden strode into the courtyard, robes billowing, gaze sharp and unyielding.

"Mr. Chance, please forgive my daughter. She has roamed the wilds ten years beside her mentor and has only just returned. She has a bad temper. I beg your indulgence for any offense she caused."

Clara stamped her foot, cheeks burning. "Dad, why are you so polite to this loser... I mean this guy! He's only a Level Seven Human Immortal. What gives him the right—"

"Enough!" Linden's single word cracked like a blade of wind. "Mr. Chance is my honored guest and savior of the Mystic Sky Sword Sect. Apologize. Now."

"Savior?" Clara blinked, confusion smoothing her anger.

Her gaze shifted from the plainly dressed stranger to her father's stern face, unable to match a Level Seven Human Immortal with so lofty a title.

Jared waved off the tension and rose from the ripple-lined pool. Without hurry, he draped his neatly folded azure robe over his shoulders, tying the sash with effortless grace. "You flatter me, Mr. Cloudridge. Your daughter is just straightforward and speaks her mind. Still, I wonder—what brings her home after so many years away?"

Perhaps her sudden return was no accident.

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