The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 501 The Head of Ink Pavilion, Quillan Inkwell

"Bob, have you mentioned this matter to Mr Hum?" Night Orchid continued after a brief pause.

"I mentioned it briefly," Bob Stokes nodded. "But it seems that the old man isn't interested. I told him as much as I knew, but he didn't ask any further questions. I suspect he knows something but is unwilling to tell me."

"Most likely," Soul Chaser agreed, tapping his lips. "I wonder what they're hiding."

"By the way, Bob, does Mr Hum know that Ink Pavilion is targeting this place? Isn't he concerned about the situation here?"

"I asked him, and he just told me to mind my own business and not to worry about it."

"Alright." Soul Chaser shrugged.

"It's about time. Let's follow them and see what's happening." Ian Blade suggested.

"Agreed," Bob Stokes nodded and then turned to a man from Central Sky Office behind him. "Notify everyone to stay put here and wait for my call."

"Understood!" the man nodded.

Subsequently, Bob Stokes and his group headed in the direction of the village.

Meanwhile, the three groups sent by Ink Pavilion had already arrived at a large grassy area outside the village. The leader of these groups was none other than the head of Ink Pavilion, Quillan Inkwell. He still wore a black-and-white mask on his face.

Shortly after, the sound of footsteps echoed, and Arthur and Bessie led a hundred men and women out of the village. The men and women were all dressed in martial attire, with serious expressions and no hin of emotion on their faces.

"Everyone, why have you come to this remote village with such a large force? What brings you here?" Arthur scanned the group before him and began speaking.

"Mr Fowler, it's been many years since we last met. You look more spirited than ever!" Quillan said with a faint smile.

"My apologies, but I'm not familiar with our guest from Ink Pavilion." Arthur replied.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Quillan Inkwell." Quillan introduced himself.

"Oh?" Arthur's pupils constricted slightly. "So, it's the head of Ink Pavilion in person. Forgive my poor eyesight, I didn't recognize you. My apologies for the oversight."

Next to him, Bessie's expression also changed slightly. Neither of them had expected that Quillan Inkwell would personally lead the group.

"Never mind, Mr Fowler." Quillan replied. "And this lady must be Mrs Charleston, right?"

"Twenty years ago, rumors in the martial world claimed that Mrs Charleston had suffered a severe blow, losing all her cultivation. Now, looking back, it seems those rumors were indeed unreliable!"

"I wonder, why has the esteemed Master of Ink Pavilion graced us with your presence?" Bessie Charleston inquired.

"Both of you have been living in obscurity here for two decades. If I'm not mistaken, you must be guarding some precious treasure for Glavale, am I right?" continued Quillan. "Ink Pavilion is quite curious about this, and I'd like to see it for myself. I hope you both can accommodate my request."

"You must be joking, Mr Inkwell." Arthur said with a smile. "My old lady and I are simply tired of the martial world and decided to find a place to retire. We've been living here for so long, there's nothing of value here, let alone any treasure."

"Haha, Mr Fowler, are you insulting my intelligence?" Quillan chuckled coldly. As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant from his pocket. "You two should recognize this jade pendant, right?"

"I'm sorry, please forgive my ignorance," Arthur replied with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He continued, "I wonder what's special about this jade pendant, Mr Inkwell?"

On the side, Bessie's eyes briefly showed a hint of surprise when she saw the jade pendant.

"Mr Fowler, let's not play dumb. Both of you must have something to do with the Five Elements Jade Pendants." Quillan said as he put away the jade pendant.

The reason he brought out the jade pendant was to gauge their reactions, and the result was as he expected.

"I am quite interested in those five jade pendants. If you can provide some details, Mr Fowler, consider it a significant favor for Ink Pavilion. If both of you have any needs in the future, please don't hesitate to speak

up. As long as it's within Ink Speak

Pavilion's capabilities, we won't refuse."

"So, the Ink Pavilion's master came for a jade pendant?" Bessie

responded, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. In this village, apart from some moderately valuable medicinal herbs, there's nothing else of value, let alone any jade pendants. If you don't believe me, you can bring your people in to search. If you find anything of interest, feel free to take it."

"Is that so?" Quillan narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and continued, "In that case, I thank you both."

"Ink Pavilion Lord, if you don't believe us, you're welcome to bring your people inside and search for anything that interests you. If you find anything, feel free to take it."

"Is that so?" Quillan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking for a moment. "Very well, I'll thank you both." With that, he waved his hand, and three to four hundred of his followers swiftly moved toward the village.

Arthur and Bessie exchanged a

glance but made no attempt to stop

them, allowing the Ink Pavilion group to enter the village. In the village, every house's doors were wide open, and there were no locked doors. However, there were no villagers in sight, and the entire village appeared

deserted.

The group began a thorough search, inside and outside of each house, leaving no corner unexamined. Time passed quickly, and an hour had gone by before they emerged from the village. The leader of the group approached Quillan and shook his head, saying, "My lord, we found nothing."

Quillan nodded with slightly narrowed eyes. He understood that Arthur and Bessie had allowed his people to enter the village, which meant they probably hadn't discovered anything.

"Mr Inkwell, how about it? Do you believe what I said now?" Arthur looked at Quillan and spoke calmly.

"Mr Fowler, I came here in person today, so I won't leave empty-handed. If you don't tell the truth, then I'm afraid there will be consequences!" Quillan responded. With these words, a strong aura emanated from him.

"Since you're so insistent, I'll spar with you a bit!" Arthur squinted his eyes. "I haven't had a good workout in years, so today's a good opportunity."

"Mr Fowler, I suggest you speak the truth to avoid risking your own life." Said Wilmot Wainwright, the sect master of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. "Although both you and Mrs Charleston are formidable, you should be aware that in a real conflict, you wouldn't stand a chance."

"Who is this?" Arthur asked, looking at Wilmot.

"I am Wilmot Wainwright, the master of Heavenly Dragon Sect."

"Mr Wainwright, nice to meet you." Arthur replied flatly. "It's been a while since I got involved in worldly affairs. I never thought Heavenly Dragon Sect would join forces with Ink Pavilion." He continued, turning his gaze to another white-haired elder. "May I ask who this is?"

"I'm just an unknown nobody, it doesn't matter." the elder replied with a faint smile.

"Oh?" Arthur squinted. "Since when did someone who's already stepped into the God-Emperor Realm become an unknown nobody?"

"You flatter me." The elder chuckled, not saying anything more.

Arthur examined him again and then turned to Quillan. "Mr Inkwell, are you going to persist with this?"

"Mr Fowler, I think it's me who should be asking that question." Quillan responded calmly. "Besides, you've killed many members of my Ink Pavilion in the past. If you insist on staying silent, today might be a good day to settle some old scores."

"In that case, please make your move!"

The aura around Arthur intensified.