Tranqurin was a colorless and tasteless drug. It was famous in the martial world and specifically used to restrain grandmasters.
Anyone who was affected by it would become powerless. Unable to muster the slightest internal energy, they would be at the complete mercy of others.
“I didn’t expect you to be so well- prepared, Master Peach. This is great!” Sophia was ecstatic.
“With this bottle of Tranqurin, our plan will succeed for sure!”
Dustin was the greatest threat among Grace’s team. As long as they dealt with him, the rest of the group would be easy prey.
“Master Peach, people from the Embersteel Order are here!” a Harmony Sect disciple announced as he entered.
“Hurry up and invite them in.” Bertha lit up and gestured for the disciple to bring them to her.
Soon, led by the Harmony Sect disciple, a group of around ten people entered briskly.
At the forefront of the group was a burly, middle-aged man wielding a golden broadsword. He had a rugged appearance and an imposing presence.
As he strode through the room, his overpowering presence forced the Harmony Sect disciples to retreat backward.
The person in question was none other than Chester Newberry, the leader of the Embersteel Order.
“Chester, long time no see. I trust you’ve been well?” Bertha smiled as she led the Harmony Sect team forward to pay their respects.
Chester far surpassed her in both strength and prestige, making it only natural for her to extend courtesy.
“Bertha, we’re old friends, and our disciples often get married to each other. There’s no need for formalities. If you need anything, just say the word. We will never refuse!” Chester chuckled with confidence.
Every year, Harmony Sect would send two beautiful female disciples for his enjoyment and for the practice of the dual cultivation method.
Now that the Harmony Sect was in trouble, it was only right that he helped out.
“Excellent! Your cooperation brings me relief.”
Bertha nodded and went straight to the point. “I invited you over today to seek your collaboration in securing treasure.
She added, “I trust you’re aware that, aside from our two sects, another faction reaped the most benefits from the journey within the Deadlands.”
“Are you referring to the group led by Ms. Linsor?” Chester raised an eyebrow.
His chief disciple, Jackson, had already recounted the events of their journey to him. Hence, he had a certain understanding regarding Ms. Linsor and the grandmaster, Rhys.
“That’s right!” Bertha nodded.
She then whispered, “The treasures we acquired were nothing compared to the real treasures snatched by that Linsor woman. I believe we should reclaim them!”
“To be honest, I share the same intention. The Southwest is our territory. We shouldn’t let outsiders take advantage.”
Then, he added contemplatively, ” However, I heard that Grandmaster Rhys is extremely formidable. It won’t be easy to take him on.”
According to Jackson’s description, Dustin’s skills surpassed even Alexander’s. Even if he joined forces with Bertha, it would not be a guaranteed victory.
“You don’t need to worry about that Chester. I’ve made preparations.”
Bertha smiled and handed him a black medicinal bottle.
“Is this… Tranqurin?” Chester’s expression brightened as he recognized the substance inside.
“Excellent! With this precious bottle and our combined forces, we’ll definitely succeed!”
