Chapter 971

Deep within a top-secret spy training facility in Layrus, Jane stood atop an elevated platform, her icy gaze locked on two trainees locked in a savage bout below. Though just nine years old by East Asian reckoning, the last traces of baby fat had vanished from her delicate features. Petite and far from statuesque, her beauty was otherworldly—like a portrait meticulously painted in silence. But her eyes held no childish wonder—only a deadly, glacial sharpness. Below her, one combatant collapsed, unmoving—whether unconscious or dead, it didn’t matter. With a quiet detachment, Jane descended the steps. Unseen from a higher vantage point, two figures watched her every move. Jackson observed with a satisfied nod as Jane dispatched her opponent with a single, brutal blow. “Good. She’ll be an excellent blade.” “Father,” Judson said respectfully beside him, “we’ve received word from Bannon. Lucas is getting married next month.” Jackson rolled two jade spheres between his fingers, lips curling