Meanwhile, at the Deraegan residence in Hillsborough, Enzo frowned when he saw no sign of Ace returning. "What's going on? It's been a whole day. Is this how Ace does things? Can't he handle such a trivial matter?"
"Could it be that something happened?" A sense of unease crept into Ripley's heart.
"Nothing will happen, Dad. Ace is a Seventh Level Martial Arts Marquis. A small sect like the Medicine God Sect is no match for such an advanced-phase Martial Arts Marquis. I'm only afraid that someone is intervening and spoiling our plan. After all, many sects have been eyeing the Medicine God Sect."
Enzo was worried that someone might be interfering with his plan.
Although most of the sects and prestigious families in the Hillsborough martial arts world had submitted to the Deraegans, he knew they were not sincerely subservient.
It was within his expectation that someone would try to ruin his plan secretly.
