Female Novel
Chapter 664
Silverbell had the air of a goddess unsullied, her skin fair as snow, and she kept her hands primly on
her lap as she stared at Maron fixedly.
"If memory serves, I should be meeting your sect's chief, Mr. Maron. Or perhaps he's dismissive of my
disposition as chief of the Martial Alliance, which explains his absence?"
Her words were sharp despite her unsullied appearance. Her voice was cool as spring, and it left
Maron's face stiffening right then, even as he forced a smile. "That's not true, Lady Silverbell. My father
has always secluded himself in his residence for his routine, but he recently got hurt and is
recuperating. He also delegated his duties to me—"
"In that case, I shall come back another day." Silverbell rose to her feet right then, ready to leave.
Maron quickly stopped her, flashing an apologetic smile. "Please, Lady Silverbell. It doesn't mean we
don't have any champions to represent us just because my father is hurt."
"Really?" Silverbell stopped, saying quietly, "You know the rule. Your champion must last twenty strikes
against me to earn a place in the Martial Alliance. However, I've never sensed the presence of anyone
who would last five strikes from my sword, and you only get one chance, so you'd do well to be
prudent."
Damn you, woman! How dare you belittle Sage Lake Sect!
Though Maron was cursing Silverbell endlessly in his mind, he was not about to pass up on a chance
to join the Martial Alliance.
First and foremost, Cloudnine Sect of South Sea had helped them fight for this chance. And Maron had
every intention to use this opportunity to prove that he was superior to his father in charisma and
competence and legitimately inherit the sect.
Secondly, joining the Martial Alliance was a good thing—they would gain access to the alliance's
resources, while Sage Lake Sect would also secure influence in the eastern region of Draconia.
Thirdly...
Maron ever so subtly ogled Silverbell's lofty demeanor and her perfect figure.
He could not wait to taste her already.
In fact, he had lost all interest in other women the instant he laid eyes on her—they were all mundane
in comparison to her, and the sense of accomplishment of conquering Silverbell far outweighed the
rest.
"Lady Silverbell." Maron smiled. "The elders of my sect drilled overnight to cast a combat ward. They
may be personally lacking to you, but if they combine to cast the combat ward, I'm sure even you won't
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Frowning and glancing at him quizzically, she found his face familiar but could not place it.
"You are...?" she blurted.