C251 There Was No Medicine for Regret!

"He's a Martial Grandmaster!" Franny managed to say, her voice strained.

"What?" Mikail's face went pale.

Martial Grandmasters aren't as common as cabbages; how could one just show up like this?

And why Westley, of all people?

Franny watched Westley descend from the second floor with an easy gait, her previously seductive face now frosted over with a cold glare