The watching crowd held their breath, their eyes darting between Riley and the woman. After all, most men would have been desperate to get on her good side. Some would have groveled at her feet for the slightest bit of her attention.
But Riley Mason?
He was already sick of her presence before she even had the chance to introduce herself.
"So this is where you sit. I apologize, Young Master Riley. I didn't know."
The woman smiled gracefully as she rose to her feet, her demeanor composed and elegant. There was not a trace of anger in her expression, nor did she seem the least bit flustered.
She had already conducted a thorough investigation and knew that Riley Mason harbored a terrifying secret.
It was no coincidence that the matriarch of the Heavenly Sword Sect had personally come to see him.
Even more astonishing were the persistent rumors that Riley had guided the disciples of the Stone Mountain Sect in comprehending the very essence of the Dao.
