Chapter 544: Curse Of Maverick's sword

As Maverick and Hadi left Dylan's room, the corridor outside was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced along the stone walls. Their footsteps echoed softly, a rhythmic reminder of their presence in the otherwise silent passageway. The air was cool, with a faint hint of dampness typical of the subterranean stronghold.

Maverick broke the silence, his tone casual yet probing. "My lord, it seems your old habit is coming up again. You don't even mind using the human shithead as experimental material."

Hadi gave a side smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Hmm! You caught on."

Maverick rolled his eyes, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "I realized that was the case when you told me you wanted me to train him. You knew that because of his kind of Dantian Talent, hardships will not only make him stronger but also reactivate the Blood contract."