Rash instinctively wanted to escape the lock of this power through elemental transformation.
Yet, even after turning into wind, he was still being hunted down!
“No! No!”
What kind of power was this! Who exactly was he!
Rash didn’t know what to do now and could only flee madly!
His previous fight with Su Fan had almost exhausted all of his energy.
He had thought trapping his opponent by turning the ground into a swamp would be his final move, but who could have imagined he still possessed such magic!
This power hunting him down felt exactly like the thunder he had endured that day.
It had an extremely potent lethality against spiritual entities, especially one like him.
Escape!
Run!
That was the only thought left in Rash’s mind. Revenge, contending for the Thirteenth Witch—all of it was cast aside by Rash!
If he didn’t leave now, he would be utterly obliterated; no prophecy would be of any use!
The black wind, now reduced to a mere wisp, swiftly fled into the distance.
Su Fan lowered his hand seal, feeling a long-absent sense of emptiness wash over his body.
The flying sword circling beside him finally returned obediently to his hand.
Summoning and Dispelling, Dream Invocation and Sword Control, activating the Five Thunder Talismans, and finally, the Cleansing Heaven and Earth Divine Incantation…
He had never employed so many supernatural abilities in a single battle before. Despite that, he still allowed a wisp of Rash’s remnant soul to escape.
His opponent was more tenacious than he had imagined.
A demon from hell shouldn’t possess the power to manipulate elements at will. Rash’s origins seemed not so simple.
On the surface, Su Fan appeared overwhelming, but the actual battle had been perilous.
Had Rash been given even a moment’s respite, Su Fan would have been subjected to a furious bombardment of elemental magic.
[The decision to set up the Five Thunder Talismans in Ron’s room back then was absolutely correct.]
Su Fan reflected while regulating his breathing.
Taking a solid hit like that would leave anyone half-dead if not outright killed.
It had severely limited Rash’s combat capabilities.
Had he faced the demon in its complete state today, Su Fan wouldn’t have emerged unscathed as he did now; he would have certainly been injured.
Rain began to drizzle from the sky.
Rumbling thunder startled Ron, who had been under the protection of the Astrologer wraith the whole time!
She hurried forward to check on Su Fan.
She saw the latter silently pull his legs out of the swamp, walk under the awning of a shop by the roadside, and sit down to rest.
Flashes of lightning illuminated his somewhat pale face.
Seeing this, Ron immediately grew anxious.
“Master Fan Su, are you injured?”
“…No, just a bit drained. I’ll be fine after a while.”
Su Fan’s reply allowed Ron to relax slightly.
Severely depleted stamina… pale complexion… it sounded like low blood sugar…
As long as he wasn’t injured.
“If you need to rest, we should return to the hotel,” Ron suggested, extending her hand.
“Can you walk on your own? Should I help you?”
“It’s alright, I can manage…”
Seeing Su Fan decline, Ron didn’t insist further.
She glanced at the street before them.
The previous swamp, due to Rash’s escape, had reverted to its original asphalt surface.
Raindrops fell thick and fast.
Ron tentatively reached out her hand, but her palm stung from the impact of the large, heavy drops falling from above.
In a downpour like this, even with an umbrella one would get soaked, let alone when neither of them had brought anything.
“Looks like we’ll have to wait for the rain to stop,” Ron sighed.
She couldn’t help but look at Su Fan again.
The latter had closed his eyes, seemingly entering a light sleep.
Ron didn’t speak further either, simply sitting down beside Su Fan, staring blankly at the heavy rain.
After a while, Su Fan finally opened his eyes.
“Should be okay now.”
“So soon?!” Ron was somewhat incredulous.
She looked Su Fan over carefully. Though a trace of weariness still lingered in his expression, his complexion was much better than before.
Seeing him stand up without any issue in his movements, she felt reassured.
The rain outside had stopped.
The bright moon cast its light, and everything returned to calm.
The earlier earth-shaking, terrifying confrontation seemed like a dream, but the craters left by the thunderbolts and the shattered buildings around them silently spoke of the battle’s intensity.
“Let’s head back to the hotel first.”
“Alright.”
Ron had no objections to Su Fan’s decision.
She followed behind him as they walked towards the hotel.
The Astrologer wraith that had been protecting them both transformed into a wisp of black energy and returned to Su Fan’s tarot cards.
…
The next day.
“The Mayfair family has sent an invitation to the funeral,” Ron said, her tone hesitant.
“I want to go. Do you think it’s okay?”
“Mm, no problem,” Su Fan nodded, then added, “I’ll go with you.”
He wasn’t attending the funeral just for the spectacle.
Rash now likely lacked the residual energy to wander about freely. The most probable scenario was him returning to the Mayfair family to recuperate.
That was the family of the witch he was contracted to; its members would protect him from destruction to continue their legacy.
The family included members from many prestigious lineages, with deep connections in both political and business circles, possessing immense wealth.
Compared to other places, it was actually much safer.
Since he couldn’t defeat Su Fan with supernatural power, he would use the secular power developed over centuries to protect himself.
Last night, Su Fan had guessed Rash’s plan, which was why he didn’t immediately pursue.
Now was the perfect opportunity to visit the Mayfair family and completely eradicate Rash.
Attending a funeral required at least one piece of formal black attire.
But Su Fan didn’t need to worry about that.
Ron went to nearby clothing stores herself and picked out a suit for Su Fan.
As for her, she already had a black mourning dress delivered by the Mayfair family.
The two soon arrived at the church where the funeral was held.
Inside, numerous members of the Mayfair family gathered in small groups, speaking in low voices.
Those close to Deirdre approached the still-open coffin to pay their respects.
The vast church felt anything but empty.
Although Deirdre had been under house arrest for thirty years due to “mental instability,” she was, after all, the previous head of the Mayfair family.
These collateral relatives and kin still had to come to pay their condolences.
The moment Su Fan and Ron stepped into the church, they attracted many glances.
All eyes were fixed on Ron’s face.
And almost everyone was staring at those blue eyes.
Eyes almost identical to Deirdre’s.
“What are they…”
“Taking a look at what the future Mayfair family witch looks like,” Su Fan replied quietly, feeling somewhat amused.
The person beside him didn’t want to be a witch at all.
Not only did she not want to, but she had also brought him, an Eastern exorcist, here to kill their family’s demon.
Bet you didn’t see that coming.
“Ron… you’re Ron, right?”
Just then, an old woman quickly approached, a smile on her face.
