The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Camila drove all the way to the outskirts and along the mountain roads until she reached a small monastery

From the mitside, the mastery appeared to be in addidated condition. However, there was an sulle clean cauldron for its sticks und inside the monastery.

It seemed like someone had been wiping and cleaning it regularly.

The elderly Camila climbed up the stairs with great dully. Then, she had toward the main building. "Mr. Lester, help mel you need to save me,

Mr. Lester!

Habe Lester vas meditating in a seated position when he heard the voler. He opened his eyes. As he took in the miserable state Cimila was in, he frowned. "How did you end up looking like that?

Cansila plopped listlessly onto the floor before his "Mr. Lester, the admirer's curse has been undone. I'm ching! Please save me

Isaac's eyes bulged in shock. "How's that possible? I've placed the adulter's curse on you mysch I'm the only person in this world that can undo it

Camila was growing wesker with eway passing second Her gray hair stated taking nd in chunks. The few remaining teeth she had fell out when she spoke as well She Lyon the floor and cried out helplessly in pain. "Mr. Lester, help me!

Suddenly, Isaac pot to his fert. The fibers attached to the flywhisk he was helding swayed in the air. "Who are you? How dare you trespass on Tindra Monastery!"

A young lady who seemed to be in her early 20s stepped themigh the door, Two men followed behind her.

Madison scanned her surroundings. Eventually, her gave sell on a sculpture of the The Pristine Delles.

The others couldn't perceive, but Madison could clearly see the traces of dark energy serping out of the sculpture.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Ise's expression hardened when he noticed Madison's stare at the sculpture of the Three Pristine Deries. "You were the

eone who undid the admirer's curse?"

Madison responded, "It's against the heavens' will to try and change someone's destined partner. As someone who practices the myatk arts, are you not afraid of being punished?

Isaac laughed. "Divine punishment? Only nate youngsters like you who just started learning the mystic arts would fear divine punishment. Why would I fear in?".

Madison pointed to the scalpture. "In that case, why did you trap them in the sculpture of the Three Pristine Deities?"

Feeling as though his secrets were exposed, Isaac shunted batously, "How ridiculous! Who are you to come on what others do for their calvation?"

Base Dew toward Madison the next instant

The fibers of the flywhisk held in his hand extended quickly. Like thousands of fine needles, the fibers shot in Madison's direction.

jordan and Vincent verre les a state of shock as they watched what was happening before their eyes.

People could actually fly, and the fibers on a flywhisk could elongate at a person's will.

Only then did they realize that háar passesärd formidable powers of the mystic arts.

Vincent was worried that Madison might not be Isaac's match. "Maddie, watch out!"

Just as the needle-like fibers were about to reach Madison, all of them came to an abrupt hall, It was as though there was an invisible barrier stopping their advance. "Seems like I've underestimated you. Who knew you had a few tricks up your sleeve?"

the flywhisk's sturdy handle broke in half.

While Isaac channeled his spiritual energy, a layer of golden light appeared around the flywhisk "rve trained for almost a hundred years. A kid like you is no match for me." After making that threatening remark confidently, Issac added some strength to his grip. With a s Madison still stood in the same spot as she gazed at tsane, who was clearly le shock. "That's what

"It seeins you've spent all your time and concentration on the dark arts and unethical practices instead."

She lifted her hand. A piece of talisman materialized between her fingers. "It's in turn now."

As the talisman shot toward Isaac, a purple lightning boli was prorrated and landed on him

ve achieved after training for almost a hundred years?

A total of three purple lightning bolts hit him conuocutively. After that, what was left on the spot where Isaac stood was a dark, churred to that writhed and twitched on the floor.

As black smoke rame out of his monthi, Isaac sad in disbelief, "How could this be? How is this possible?"

Jordan shapped out of his reverie and pointed to Isa

"Why wouldn't it be posside? Ms. Matison is a skilled and true expert of the mystic ants! She's notitie same as the likes of you who are sto dark arts and unethical practices." Then, Jordan hurried to Madison's side excitally. He just saw purple lightning bolts, which still telt so imreal in him.