Chapter 259 The Only Way

• Finneas froze, brow furrowed tight. His voice dropped low. "So how do I get qualified to enter the witchcraft conclave?"
• Suxing Yan’s smile turned bitter again. He shook his head with a weary sigh. "Originally, I could’ve taken you in. But now? My body can’t handle that kind of ordeal. Not anymore."
• Finneas nodded slightly. True, Suxing Yan had kept his life, but with injuries like that, he’d need time—at least three months, maybe half a year.