Andrew gritted his teeth and made a desperate decision. “Fine, if you want to kill someone, go ahead and kill me too!”

Shiloh’s small fist finally stopped just inches from Andrew’s nose. Her face remained cold as she hissed, “This is the first time, and it’s the last time! If you ever dare to interfere with my business again, I won’t spare you!”

With that, her figure flickered, disappearing into the forest in just a few moves.

“Where are you going?” Andrew called after her, but there was no answer.

He sighed inwardly, guessing that after regaining her identity and fragments of memory, Shiloh might return to her family’s old home. As for where she would go after that or what she planned to do, he had no way of knowing.

“Young man, since you’re tangled with that monster, you’ll end up in hell sooner or later!” Ernesto rasped. He had barely survived and was sitting upright with a face full of cold fury.

Andrew shot him a glance and sneered. “You can barely keep yourself alive, yet you still have the nerve to lecture me. If I hadn’t spoken up for you just now, do you even realize how miserable your death would have been?”

Ernesto snapped back, “Did I ask you to plead for me? I’ve traveled the world, and I’ve seen everything. If it weren’t for my lack of preparation, she never would’ve escaped. I’ll give her that much.”

Andrew smirked. “And you still have the nerve to brag? You’re nothing special. If I hadn’t stopped Shiloh, you’d be dead a dozen times over.”

Ernesto’s face twisted with shame and rage. Deep down, he knew Andrew was right. It was only thanks to his intervention that both he and Morgan survived. Yet, it was the kind of truth he would rather die than admit, especially since he considered Andrew a nobody, not even worth his glance.

The cruel irony was that the same nobody had saved his life, and the thought made him burn with humiliation.

Andrew’s voice suddenly turned quiet. “With your injuries, you couldn’t even handle a small fry right now, could you?”

Ernesto stiffened. “What do you mean by that?”

Andrew grinned. “What do I mean? Simple. Kill you here and now, make sure no one ever finds your body.”

Ernesto’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Andrew’s expression hardened. “Let’s find out.”

Seeing that Andrew might actually finish him off, Ernesto’s expression finally changed.

He had just barely escaped death at Shiloh’s hands; was he really about to die at the hands of an unknown nobody?

His strength was already drained to nothing. If Andrew wanted him dead, it would be far too easy.

Then Andrew chuckled. “Relax, I was just messing with you. Mistveil Peak’s youngest so-called master? Please. You’d be better off as a street scammer. At least then you wouldn’t look so pathetic. After all, you’re nothing but a coward anyway!”

Andrew was really enjoying himself now. He had been annoyed with this pretentious holy man for a while. He was just like Luna, always putting on airs.

Ernesto let out a furious shout. “You bastard, how dare you insult me?”

Getting too worked up, he started coughing violently with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Andrew clicked his tongue. “I’d advise you to calm down a bit, or you might accidentally kill yourself! Then, Mistveil Peak would really be in the spotlight!”

Ernesto was seething with hatred inside, but he did not dare get angry again. He quickly sat cross-legged to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Andrew noticed the emerald pendant at Ernesto’s waist. It had a lustrous, warm glow, was palm-sized, and had a griffin carved in the center. It was obviously valuable.

Without any hesitation, he snatched it away and said with a grin, “I’ll take this as payment for saving your life. Don’t feel bad about it… I’m not a greedy person.”