Chapter 2250

Amari said, “You could tell he might have some grudge against the auction house itself. So he deliberately leaked this top-secret information. Once someone with ulterior motives finds out and wants to investigate, they’ll definitely go to Chetvine Grand Auction House.

“But that place, as you know, could be called the most treacherous waters in all of Chetvine.”

Andrew snorted coldly. “Which family is behind Chetvine Grand Auction House?”

Amari smirked. “What other family could it be? Of course, it’s the high and mighty Reyes family. The Reyes family has strong military power and has deeply infiltrated Holtrien’s military, the underworld, martial arts circles, and various sects.

“Controlling Chetvine’s auction house is just part of how they rake in massive resources, but the Umbral Peak Sect behind them is the real troublesome force.”

Andrew nodded, his tone turning cold. “The Reyes family has seemed extremely powerful for as long as I can remember. Back then, I didn’t pay much attention to this, but I never expected this family to have such ruthless players as the Umbral Peak Sect backing them.”

In Holtrien’s martial arts world, there were many great martial sects. Among them, the Celestial Mystery Sect, Mistveil Peak, Mount Lourneau, and Silverthorn Monastery were undisputed titans.

However, the Umbral Peak Sect was a dominant power of the dark path. Their reputation might not be as loud as Silverthorn Monastery or Mount Lourneau, but their power and strength were no less formidable.

Andrew silently made mental notes of both the Umbral Peak Sect and the Reyes family as forces to watch. He bid farewell to Amari and headed to his next destination: the Chetvine Plaza.

Amari muttered, “You got back and didn’t even invite your beloved junior for a good drink. All these years, aside from pill refining, I’ve been constantly worried about you. You’re our mentor’s most prized student, so don’t go causing trouble again this time… If you get yourself into deep shit, that would be a real disaster.”

A surprised voice rang out nearby, “Mr. Goodman, you’re here! Did something delay you? We’ve already started the class and have been waiting for you!”

Amari looked up and could not help but smile. “Oh, it’s you, Mikayla. Sorry about that. I just had some urgent business that held me up for a bit.”

Both Mikayla and the white-robed alchemist from earlier, Caden Bishop, were respectful and did not dare complain. After all, they depended on Amari to teach them alchemy.

In Chetvine, only the great families could afford to hire a master like Amari as a mentor.

“Mr. Goodman, I just heard you talking to yourself and mentioning your senior. Do you actually have a senior? His alchemy must be quite impressive, I imagine?” Caden probed tentatively.

Amari stroked his beard with a proud smile. “Good question, boy. My senior has returned to Chetvine after ten years. I originally thought he was only at the same level as me, an eighth-grade divine alchemist. But to my shock, he has already stepped into the legendary ninth grade, reaching the rank of a supreme alchemist. I can only admire him from afar.”

Caden and Mikayla both froze in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock. They were studying alchemy themselves and understood better than anyone how vast and difficult the art truly was.

To them, even Amari’s eighth-grade rank was an unreachable height. And now they were hearing that his senior was a ninth-grade supreme alchemist, something almost unthinkable.

Mikayla’s voice trembled with urgency and anticipation. “Mr. Goodman, would it be possible… could I have the honor of meeting your senior?”