Chapter 156

• “Senior brother, this is the punk’s place.”
• The elder and Benedict Huxley stood at the gate of the Carvers’ small courtyard. At this very moment, Sullivan had no idea danger was already here. He had just stepped out of the pocket space, and thanks to it, his cultivation had risen again—now at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. All he needed was the right moment to break into the Core Formation stage.
• Even if he ran into the elder this time, he felt confident he could go toe-to-toe with him, fair and square—no more poison games.