Marshall Morgan nodded silently; Fintan Acies' skills had already reached the peak of the Martial Lord Seventh Realm, and he was only a step away from the Eighth Realm. In the Vaughn Mountain Range, he was indeed far ahead, much stronger than the second-ranked Young Master Viperius.
Of course, excluding him.
"Brother Morgan, thank you for saving me this time; otherwise, I would have died at the hands of these despicable people."
Fintan Acies walked over and clasped his fists, expressing his gratitude to Marshall Morgan.
"Brother Acies, no need for courtesy; these people were originally my enemies. Even without this incident, I would have killed them."
Marshall Morgan said with a slight smile.
Fintan Acies sighed inwardly, surprised at how much Marshall Morgan's abilities had grown to an unreachable level for him in such a short time—it was truly astonishing.
