Soon, the morning sun broke through the horizon, illuminating the world. He had killed the patriarchs of the Great Four and presented their heads to his grandfather as a tribute to his family's dead.

Today was a momentous occasion for Cansington, even by the region's high standards. While there had been no official announcement of the date for the Blithe King's succession, a notice had been released stating it would be held that afternoon at Cansington's military base. This announcement caused an uproar; residents scrambled to secure invitations.

Immediately afterward, another breaking news report shocked Cansington. "Good morning, everyone. This is Cansington News. Last night, renowned tycoon Yves Frasier was found dead in his home. Jacob Zimmerman and Desmond Wilson were also found dead in their homes. They died in the same manner: tied to chairs and decapitated." The authorities launched an investigation. "For more updates, please stay tuned."

This news caused another uproar. Frasier, patriarch of the Frasiers, had a net worth of tens of billions of dollars. Jacob Zimmerman, patriarch of the Zimmermans, was similarly wealthy. Desmond Wilson, patriarch of the Wilsons and also a member of the Great Four, possessed a significant fortune.

What was happening? Who dared create such chaos on the eve of the Blithe King's succession? These were not ordinary deaths; these were three of Cansington's most prominent tycoons! This was clearly an act of provocation against the Blithe King! The earlier death of Warren Xavier, the late patriarch of the Xaviers, was also being discussed. Was the death of all four patriarchs of the Great Four a coincidence, or was there a sinister plot?

At Cansington City Hospital, Rowena's severed palm had been reattached. However, she would lose the use of her hand. Lying in her hospital bed, her head bandaged, she was informed of the latest developments.

"Rowena, something terrible has happened. The heads of the Frasiers, Zimmermans, and Wilsons are dead! They were all found tied to chairs, decapitated!" a prominent member of the Xaviers said.

"What?" Rowena froze, then trembled. "Dead? Who hurt you, Rowena? Does this have anything to do with Father's death? Was it the same person who killed the others?" Rowena paled.

"Get everyone in our family to leave, big brother," she said frantically. "Go as far away as possible, and never come back!"

"What are you so scared of, Rowena?" Hector Xavier asked, confused. "Who exactly is it? Today's the Blithe King's succession, but this act has shaken the entire city. This is clearly a provocation! There's no way he'll let this go unpunished!"

"Don't ask questions. Just listen to me. Leave now, or our entire family will be eradicated!" Rowena was terrified. "This is the Black Dragon we're talking about! The Blithe King means nothing! If the Blithe King tries anything, he'll die too!" Hector nodded, still confused.

"Fine. I'll arrange for everyone to leave. But what about you?"

Rowena shook her head. "It's no use. I committed a grave sin. I'll never escape, no matter where I go. Just leave, Hector. Forget about me."

Rowena knew the Black Dragon's nature. This was someone who stood above everyone else. Escape was impossible. She knew the Black Dragon would find her anywhere. However, if she could find "Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside's Edge," she might be able to redeem herself, save her family, and survive.