The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 444 – Wife Kate?

The young—

No, bald—man was none other than John.

Or rather, the handsome young bald man was John.

He had remained at the Cinnabar Sect over the past few days because the sorcerer's aura within him had inadvertently injured Tracy.

At that time, Tracy had been deep in meditation, comprehending Queen Cyan's scripture. She couldn't afford any disturbance—especially not one as violent and terrifying as the one that had suddenly burst forth from John.

Though the force had retreated quickly, it had still shaken her cultivation foundation.

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Thankfully, the injury wasn't serious. And with the Cinnabar Sect's vast reserves of healing elixirs, Tracy recovered quickly.

But the real problem was: she had to start over. She needed to comprehend the scripture again—and it would be even more difficult this time around.

John felt deeply guilty.

At that moment, his emotions had been overwhelmed by the spiritual fire. He lost control and released something he shouldn't have. And in the end, the one who suffered was Tracy.

But Tracy, as always, was gentle. When she learned the terrifying force had come from John, not only did she not blame him—she even comforted him.

Especially when she saw his scorched eyebrows and his now-shiny bald head—her heart melted.

John couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She really is the incarnation of a kind angel... so soft, so warm.

He couldn't let her down.

During his stay in the Cinnabar Sect, almost no one noticed that he wasn't actually one of their disciples.

He wore the sect's robes, walked the grounds casually, and interacted naturally with others. Even though his shiny dome often caught a few extra glances, he remained composed and confident.

With psychological composure like that, who would even question him?

Over the past few days, he frequently saw people from other sects visiting Mark Leonard.

It didn't take a genius to figure out why they were there.

The whole mountain had felt the strange energy fluctuation. Of course they wanted to know who had inherited Queen Cyan's legacy.

Mark, to his credit, was a man of his word. No matter who asked, he never revealed anything.

Today.

Just like two days ago, as John strolled through the Cinnabar Sect grounds, a slim and elegant woman suddenly caught his eye.

He froze.

"...Kate?"

John blinked hard, rubbed his eyes—and sure enough, the face didn't change.

It was Kate Williams.

Why the hell is she here?

Did she get tired of interviewing people in the mundane world and decide to venture into the Alps Mountains to track down cultivators?

"You really know how to play, Kate," he thought with amusement.

Unable to resist, he walked up from behind and slapped her shoulder before she noticed.

"Wife Kate, why are you here?" he said with a grin.

His voice startled her.

She immediately sidestepped away, eyeing him warily. "Who are you? I'm not your 'Wife Kate.'"

Huh?

She's pretending to forget me? Really?

Thinking she was messing with him, John took another step forward, pinched her cheek, and teased, "Kate, are you out of your mind?"

"Let go of me."

A wave of icy spiritual energy surged from her body. Her expression darkened instantly.

A nearby young man stepped forward and snapped, "Which elder's disciple are you? How dare you behave so rudely toward Miss Moore?"

A woman next to him chuckled. "Heh. Bald, but handsome. Still, that was a bit bold. Poor Violet got scared."

Miss Moore?

Violet?

Violet Moore?

John blinked.

"...Your name is Violet Moore? You sure it's not Kate Williams?"

"I'm sure," Violet replied coldly.

John immediately believed her.

That chill he felt earlier? It wasn't fake. It was real, tangible rejection.

Kate would never look at him like that.

Which meant... this wasn't Kate.

God!

Twins?

In a flash, it all made sense.

Violet Moore and Kate Williams were sisters.

The resemblance was uncanny.

The woman beside Violet giggled again.

"He got the wrong person? Aww, that's a cute way to hit on Violet. Hey, handsome bald guy—if you're curious about who Violet is, just ask me! I'll tell you everything."

"Sherry, stop it!" Violet scolded her with a slight frown.

But Sherry only grinned wider.

John raised an eyebrow and said, "Alright then, beautiful lady, tell me—what's Miss Moore's identity?"

With a proud smirk, Sherry replied, "Sure! We're all students from Cloud School. Violet here is from the Moore family, and I'm from the Remar family. We share the same teacher."

John's expression shifted slightly.

"Sherry, why would you tell him that?" Violet asked, clearly annoyed.

"It's not a secret," Sherry shrugged. "No harm in sharing."

She then pulled Violet aside, leaned in close, and whispered, "If you're not interested in him, you can hand him over to me. Don't you think he's hot?"

She winked slyly, clearly interested.

A bald guy being this attractive... what if he grew his hair back?

This was exactly Sherry's type.

Meanwhile, John stood there with mixed emotions.

The Moore family. Cloud School.

What a damn coincidence.

He had come to the Cinnabar Sect with Tracy and accidentally stumbled across clues about Kate's origin.

And now, it seemed her family belonged to Cloud School.

He'd gained a lot more than expected these past few days.

Just as he was deep in thought, the same young man from earlier stepped forward again.

"To which elder are you a disciple?" he asked suspiciously. "Why have I never seen you before?"