Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3138

Lucius sensed something and looked toward the door.

Ivy stood there, staring at him coldly.

"Ivy, what brings you here?" Lucius looked at Ivy, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

He couldn't help it; she was his daughter, and he would pamper her endlessly.

"The letter."

Lucius glanced at the letter in his hand, feeling a pang of bitterness. His daughter hadn't spoken to him for days, but now she appeared because of Matthew's letter.

Indeed, every father would feel a slight murderous intent when they saw the man who stole their daughter's attention.

However, Lucius still handed his daughter the letter seeing her expression.

Ivy took the letter.

Her face, previously as cold as an iceberg, seemed to melt, blossoming like spring, radiant and beautiful.

Ivy read the letter carefully, afraid to miss a single word.

'To Sect Master Lucius of Basha's Sacred Mount.

Sect Master Lucius, I fought my way out and received significant support after leaving Basha's Sacred Mount. My close friend, Paintaker, has become a holy monk, leading a million devotees to assist me. Everyone is a soldier. I hope Sect Master Lucius can lead the disciples to join forces with me if possible and defeat Montiria's army when the time comes. Remember, don't kill them if we capture them. Sect Master Lucius, please tell Miss Ivy that I'm doing well. We'll discuss the details when I return.'

A sweet smile appeared on Ivy's face seeing this.

Matthew has specifically mentioned me.

'By the way, please take care of the messenger dove for me, Mr. Lucius. Its needs are simple. Three meals a day of various fat worms.'

Ivy carefully folded the letter and placed it in her pocket after reading it.

Then she turned and left, leaving Lucius with her back.

Lucius felt a pang of pain watching Ivy leave. His daughter, who had accompanied him day and night, was now more concerned about Matthew.

However, there was no time for sorrow; Lucius had important tasks ahead.

With a wave of his hand, a surge of spiritual power shot toward the mountain peak, where an ancient bell had stood silent for decades.