Chapter 727: Chapter 88 Xin’s Direction_3 In the secret room, silence had fallen, leaving only the faint sound of Jason’s breath. Jason looked down at Findelter’s corpse, a trace of relaxation showing on his face. Not just because Findelter was truly dead. But also because he no longer had to hold back. When Findelter appeared once again just earlier, Jason really was close to not being able to contain his laughter. Because sensing Findelter’s presence was like hearing “You have a new Meituan order” echoing in his ears. "And there’s corrosive damage after a while?” Jason looked at the text explanation with surprise and delight. Then, his gaze shifted to that name. "Is it related to that dragon, Ed Aragon?” Jones pondered this, his mouth beginning to water again. Clearly, this world was far broader than he had imagined. His explorations had been much too shallow. Yet, the main quest [992000/100000] reminded him that he was running out of time. "Hope there’s another chance next time.” With that thought, Jason directly left the secret room and headed towards the ground. At this time, the morning sun was still shining. Without his mask and machete, Jason couldn’t help but stretch languidly. "Another beautiful day has begun.” "Yes, it’s a beautiful day,” Suddenly someone chimed in from the side. Jason didn’t turn his head; he had obviously noticed the person’s approach already, and the one who had unexpectedly spoken didn’t mean to seem mysterious, simply walking up beside Jason. Silver hair, particularly striking under the sunlight. Eyes filled with a defiant light, even more dazzling than the sun. Leviah looked at Jason and couldn’t help but sigh. The Master Hunter said. He was referring to Bolun, John, Brian, and McCaul. Even Emily, Kemi, and Telly had joined them. They had learned the techniques of Silver’s Glory, and although there was no explicit indication, to a certain extent, they were already branded with the mark of Silver’s Glory. It was something that no one could change. The withering legacy of Silver’s Glory had once again found its heirs. And they all had remarkable talents. Especially that young man. After observing the young man secretly, even Leviah was immensely shocked. Such a talent was no longer merely outstanding. A talent that only the legendary Golden Race possessed. He had initially cast it away thoughtlessly. Yet he didn’t expect to reap such a reward. This left Leviah feeling somewhat restless. He didn’t like owing favors to others. Especially after retirement, he liked it even less. So the Master Hunter looked at Jason, hoping Jason would propose a condition that would allow him to repay the favor. "Just treat me to a meal,” Jason said with a smile, under the watchful gaze of the Master Hunter. The face of the Master Hunter was filled with embarrassment as he said this, reaching into his own pocket. The pocket was completely empty, cleaner than his face. It wasn’t pretending to be poor. "Then, let’s leave it for another time!” Jason said this and took a step forward, walking ahead. The morning breeze whistled by. The sunlight became even more resplendent. Jason’s figure became ethereal and unreal in the sunlight, raising his arm to wave, both a farewell to the Master Hunter and to the friends in this world. He simply wasn’t accustomed to saying goodbye in person. This way of saying farewell was quite good.