Whoosh!
A glowing portal burst open in the middle of the room.
Mordo stepped out.
“Mr.
Lucian.”
“Sebastian has been escorted safely to the palace.”
“He’s already helping care for the children.”
Without sparing even a glance for the three stunned onlookers…
He walked straight over to Lucian.
Lucian nodded.
“Good.”
He pointed toward the children still gathered nearby.
“Except for those three…”
“Return every child with living parents to their families.”
“As for the orphans…”
“Bring them all to my palace.”
“Understood, Mr.
Lucian.”
Mordo bowed.
Then…
He scooped several children into his arms and stepped through the portal.
Moments later…
He returned.
Picked up another group.
Entered the portal again.
Back and forth…
Again and again…
Patiently transporting every child.
Meanwhile…
Huang Feihong…
Aunt Thirteen…
And Leung Foon…
Could only stare in complete disbelief.
Everything they thought they knew about the world…
Had just been overturned.
Aunt Thirteen had already witnessed several of Lucian’s extraordinary abilities.
But seeing a portal appear out of thin air…
One that led to an entirely different place…
Still left her speechless.
Huang Feihong was no different.
Though raised in traditional Chinese culture…
He had never been one to believe blindly in tales of ghosts, spirits, or immortals.
Yet what he was witnessing now…
Made him question everything.
Could immortals really exist?
Just then—
“Immortal!”
“Great Immortal!”
A frightened cry echoed through the room.
The shout snapped Huang Feihong and Aunt Thirteen out of their daze.
Turning toward the voice…
They saw Leung Foon kneeling on the floor.
He was repeatedly kowtowing to Lucian with a terrified expression.
For once…
Huang Feihong didn’t stop him.
Because even he…
Didn’t know how to explain what he had just witnessed.
Aunt Thirteen looked at Lucian blankly.
“So…”
“Are you…”
“…an immortal?”
Lucian chuckled.
Then shook his head.
There was unmistakable disdain in his smile…
Not for her…
But for the title itself.
“Immortals?”
“At best…”
“They’re simply those who came before.”
“As for me…”
“I’m only…”
“…an Assassin.”
Aunt Thirteen’s thoughts were in complete disarray.
“Then…”
“What is this power?”
“W-What exactly is all of this?”
She could barely form coherent sentences anymore.
Lucian scratched his head.
“Hmm…”
“That’s…
difficult to explain.”
Before he could continue…
Mordo returned.
“Mr.
Lucian.”
“All of the children have been transported.”
Lucian nodded.
“Good.”
“Wait a moment.”
Then he stood and walked over to Huang Feihong and the others.
Smiling, he asked,
“Would the three of you like to come with me?”
Aunt Thirteen answered without a second’s hesitation.
“Yes.”
Seeing her agree…
Lucian reached out and gently took her hand.
Then…
Together…
They stepped through the portal.
“Aunt Thirteen!”
Huang Feihong finally reacted.
But by then…
She had already disappeared.
Leung Foon scratched his head helplessly.
“Master…”
“W-What do we do now?”
Huang Feihong clenched his jaw.
“What else?”
“We’re going in.”
He grabbed Leung Foon by the arm…
And leapt into the portal.
Mordo followed behind them.
The moment Aunt Thirteen’s hand touched Lucian’s…
A strange warmth surged through her body.
Her thoughts slowed.
Then…
The warmth vanished…
Replaced by piercing cold.
When her vision cleared…
She found herself standing inside an enormous hall.
It was so vast…
Its end couldn’t even be seen.
Countless candles floated high overhead.
None of them were attached to anything.
They simply hovered in the air…
Illuminating the magnificent chamber.
Not far away…
Hundreds upon hundreds of children wandered through the hall.
Boys.
Girls.
All dressed in thick winter clothing.
Among them…
A familiar little girl caught Aunt Thirteen’s eye.
Wait…
Isn’t that…
The little girl who threw chicken blood at me?
Just then…
A heavy fur coat was draped gently across her shoulders.
Lucian smiled.
“We’re in the Himalayas.”
“You’ll need this.”
A faint blush appeared on Aunt Thirteen’s cheeks.
Behind them…
Huang Feihong’s astonished voice rang out.
“These children…”
He and Leung Foon had also stepped through the portal.
The freezing mountain air immediately made Leung Foon shiver violently.
Even Huang Feihong struggled to endure the cold.
Mordo quietly handed each of them a thick winter coat.
Only after putting them on…
Did they finally feel warm again.
Lucian looked toward the children.
“They were all taken by traffickers working under the White Lotus Society.”
“The ones who still had families…”
“Have already been returned home.”
“The rest…”
“Are orphans.”
“So they’ll stay here from now on.”
Listening to him…
The last traces of doubt in Huang Feihong’s heart disappeared.
His respect for Lucian grew immensely.
The supernatural abilities had impressed him…
But they hadn’t earned his admiration.
This…
This did.
Someone willing to rescue abandoned children…
To shelter them…
To raise them…
That was a man worthy of respect.
“Master Feihong!”
A familiar voice suddenly called out.
Huang Feihong turned around.
His eyes widened.
“Mr.
Sun?”
Sebastian walked over with a smile.
Huang Feihong clasped his fists in greeting.
“What are you doing here?”
Sebastian chuckled.
“I now work with Mr.
Lucian.”
Lucian immediately smiled and shook his head.
“Don’t say it like that.”
“We’re friends.”
“There are no subordinates here.”
“We simply share…”
“…the same Creed.”
Leung Foon blinked curiously.
“What Creed?”
Lucian’s voice was calm.
“The…”
“Assassin’s Creed.”