My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2579

Inside the Majestic Wind Sect, the bald man who had competed with Nash earlier sat quietly in his chair.

Just then, a disciple rushed in.

"Sir, bad news!"

"What is it? The token?"

"The disciples, they're all dead!"

"I see. Not surprising," the sect master said calmly, taking a sip of tea.

"Sect Master, what should we do next?"

"No rush. We'll wait for the small fry to come back, and then we'll settle the score properly." He took another sip of tea, seemingly unfazed.

"Haha, enjoying your tea, I see." A voice suddenly called out, making the sect master freeze for a moment.

"Ah, I thought I recognized the voice. It's you." The sect master quickly stood up from his seat and extended his hand with a sycophantic smile. "Mr. Hansberg, what brings you here?"

"No need to be so polite. Just call me Beryl," the man said dismissively.

"Oh no, Mr. Hansberg, I couldn't possibly. You're the one our small sect relies on. We must look to you for support in everything," Erjon Foulie, the sect master, replied, still flattering him.

"Enough of that, Mr. Foulie. Let's cut to the chase. How about we deal with Goldspin Commerce together?" Beryl Hansberg's tone grew serious.

Erjon did not show any surprise at this proposal.

"Ah, so that's why my eye has been twitching lately! This piece of good news is much welcome. You're like rain in a drought, coming at just the right time.

"Those Goldspin Commerce people bullied my disciples not too long ago, and now, you're here to help me get justice."

"So, what's your decision?"

"Of course, I'd be more than happy to cooperate. Mr. Hansberg. You might not know this, but Goldspin Commerce has been secretly oppressing us small sects for ages. There's been bad blood for a long time."

"Really?" Beryl asked, seemingly intrigued.

"Absolutely. Don't worry, Mr. Hansberg. Give me a few days, and I'll rally several parties to take down that vile commerce group."

Beryl added, "And I'll have my people interfere from the shadows. On the surface, your actions will look entirely justified."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Hansberg! How about you stay for a meal today? I'll have the disciples prepare something special."

"No need. I've got other matters to attend to," Beryl waved off the offer with a smile and left.

As soon as he was out the door, Erjon's expression turned sour.

"Interesting?" Aurora was puzzled. "What do you mean by that? Don't tell me you want to stir up trouble?"

"Why not?" Fogort replied sincerely.

Aurora became serious and said, "We didn't come here to cause trouble."

Fogort nodded nonchalantly. "Sure, sure. It's all part of our cultivation journey, right? So, shall we go? Let's get Linden and prepare ourselves."

"Prepare for what?" Aurora asked in confusion.

"To head to the West District of the Southern Territory," Fogort said with a grin.

Whistler interrupted, "Hold on, you two. I'm not being heartless, but we really shouldn't interfere with Goldspin Commerce's ordeal this time."

Both Fogort and Aurora fell silent at Whistler's words.

Fogort scratched his head, looking for an alternative. "So, what then? Should we just leave?"

"I'm also searching for a way out of this mess," Whistler admitted, still unsure.

Linden walked in, having overheard the conversation. "We're heading to the West District of the Southern Territory!

"Let's go together."