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"Hey, you little brat! I say a few words to you, and you get all upset!"

"Alright, alright, you're always right. I'll get to work right now."

"You!"

Linden looked down at the ground, carefully distinguishing the leaves from the debris. He could not see very well.

Not only was he nearly deaf, but his vision had also deteriorated significantly, all because of a heavy snowfall over a decade ago.

Eighteen years ago, the Eastern Territory experienced an unusually severe snowstorm. It was on this day that Linden was abandoned by his parents.

He should have frozen to death beneath the blizzard.

However, fate seemed to favor him. Just one hour after being abandoned, the current Heavenly Master of Hydra Hill discovered him while descending the mountain for training.

Miraculously, Linden survived for an hour in the snow in those frigid temperatures without dying.

Unfortunately, he did suffer lasting effects, including near-deafness and impaired vision.

Still, he felt grateful to the Heavenly Master. At least, he was alive.

The older members knew about his hearing and vision issues, but the Heavenly Master likely chose not to inform Linden's peers to spare him from any special treatment or discomfort.

Clearly, the Heavenly Master had his own considerations, and doing so was not problematic.

Linden endured more hardships than anyone else in his cohort but remained strong, though he preferred to use a carefree attitude to conceal his struggles.

He looked around with blurry vision, often preferring to close his eyes because it allowed him to feel everything around him more accurately.

Hence, he had not been sleeping earlier. He was merely experiencing the world in his own way, a feeling he cherished. He would easily become immersed in it. This was likely the reason he often appeared lost in thought.

At that moment, the Heavenly Master, Casimir Hay, walked from the inner courtyard to the outer courtyard.

Keshawn and Linden hurriedly approached with respect.

"Father."

"Father."

"Mm." Casimir nodded, then walked toward the main gate.

At that moment, a young man in white beside Casimir asked, "Father Hay, who on earth is coming that even you must personally receive them?"

"Whistler, don't be rude. That person is also one of our sect's Heavenly Masters, so you should address him with respect."

Whistler nodded and replied, "Yes, Father Hay. My apologies for my impudence."

"It's fine. Judging by the time, Master Calcraft should be arriving soon."

A light, brisk sound of footsteps approached. The disciples curiously turned to look down the mountain.noveldrama

Nash and Clint had appeared before everyone.

Whistler pondered uneasily.

"Wait... They look to be only in their 30s, and one of them is already a Heavenly Master? And their skills are definitely profound and mysterious. These two are certainly not simple!"

At that moment, Nash and Clint reached the group.

Nash greeted, "Master Hay, thank you for personally welcoming us. I'm eternally grateful."

"Haha, not at all. Master Calcraft, there's no need for formalities. Just treat this place as your home."

"Understood. Thank you for your generosity, Master Hay."

Clint then stepped forward to greet him, "I'm Clint Melton. Pleased to meet you, Master Hay."

Casimir immediately recognized Clint.

"Oh, so it's you, Clint. How is your mentor doing lately?"

"Thanks to you, everything is well."