The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 448 — Mr. Zack Lance Has Left

Nancy wanted to say they not only had no right to punish John—but that they couldn't.

But she held her tongue.

However, Mr. Yancy was clearly displeased. He was the one in charge of discipline in the sect, and Nancy's interference had not only overstepped his authority but outright undermined it in public.

Was she trying to humiliate him?

No matter who it was, if they broke the rules today, Mr. Yancy would make an example of them.

No one could save John. Not today.

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His expression darkened as he said sternly, "Nancy, it's my duty to punish disciples who break the rules in our sect. Don't interfere!"

"Don't interfere?" Nancy scoffed internally. I'm saving your damn life.

She stepped closer to Mr. Yancy and whispered discreetly, "John is the inheritor of Queen Cyan."

"Ahem—!"

Mr. Yancy choked, eyes widening in shock. The words inheritor of Queen Cyan nearly escaped his lips, but Nancy cut him off with a glare before he could say them aloud.

"Now do you understand why we can't punish him?" she said under her breath, exasperated.

Mr. Yancy looked at John with a deeply complicated expression.

So, the bald young man in front of him—disrespectful, arrogant, and completely unfazed by authority—was the mysterious inheritor of Queen Cyan?

If that were true, then yes. He had no right to punish him.

But how was he supposed to explain that to Miss Moore?

Could he just tell her the truth?

Absolutely not. She was from the Cloud School. If word of John's identity spread, it would no longer be the Cinnabar Sect's secret. Other sects would begin competing for John's favor.

Right now, only the Cinnabar Sect knew John's true identity. If they handled this carefully and treated him well, they might earn his gratitude—and his protection.

But if his identity leaked, their advantage would be gone.

Mr. Yancy found himself trapped in a dilemma. He had never felt so conflicted.

"Mr. Yancy," Richard interjected at exactly the wrong moment, "no matter who this bald guy is, he has to be punished. He bullied someone on our grounds!"

"Shut up!" Mr. Yancy snapped, his voice exploding with fury.

He was already juggling a disaster—Richard's big mouth was only making it worse.

Richard froze in place, stunned. What had just happened?

Moments ago, Mr. Yancy had been determined to punish John. Now he was lashing out at him instead?

What had Ms. Loop said?

Puzzled, Richard carefully studied John again—his figure, height, demeanor. And then it clicked.

His body trembled slightly as realization dawned. His eyes widened.

He understood now.

Earlier, Mr. Yancy had said he'd punish John even if he were Mr. Zack Lance's personal disciple. But right after Nancy whispered something, Mr. Yancy completely changed his tone.

What could that mean?

It could only mean that John's identity was more terrifying than being Mr. Zack Lance's disciple.

Considering everything that had happened over the past few days...

It had to be him.

John was the inheritor of Queen Cyan.

As much as Richard liked to show off, he was smart when it mattered.

Once he realized the truth, he immediately shut his mouth and began acting with extreme caution.

The same cautious expression showed on both elders' faces as well.

Violet and Sherry noticed the sudden shift in everyone's behavior. They exchanged confused glances.

What the hell is going on?

Everyone was acting... strangely.

The bald man, John—did he have some kind of special status?

What was his true identity?

"Miss Moore," Mr. Yancy suddenly said, interrupting Violet's train of thought. "I must apologize. I've just learned something that makes it clear—I have no authority to deal with John."

He forced a bitter smile.

Violet's beautiful eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Why not?"

"Because..." Mr. Yancy hesitated, then added, "You may not understand how revered Mr. Zack Lance is in our sect. He's the guardian of the Cinnabar Tower, with seniority even above our sect leader."

"And John is his only true disciple. So even if John made a mistake, it's not my place to punish him."

He gave this explanation not because it was true—but because he needed to deflect. He had to steer Violet away from the truth.

If she caught on to John's real identity, the secret would be out.

"But Mr. Yancy, didn't you just say earlier that even if John was Zack Lance's disciple, you'd still punish him?" Violet pressed, her voice sharp with doubt.

Clearly, she wasn't buying it.

She was right, too. If Mr. Yancy had already known Zack Lance's lofty status, he should've said from the beginning that he couldn't punish John.

But he hadn't. He only changed his stance after Nancy whispered something in his ear.

Violet wasn't stupid. She was connecting the dots—and quickly.

Mr. Yancy began to sweat. This woman is sharp. Too sharp.

Just as Violet was about to demand more answers, Nancy finally spoke.

"Well, since this lady insists on knowing the truth, I suppose there's no harm in saying it. Mr. Zack Lance has left."

"Left?" Violet blinked. "What do you mean?"

She didn't understand what that had to do with anything that had happened today.

Nancy's face was filled with a complex emotion as she said softly, "Mr. Zack Lance guarded the Cinnabar Tower his entire life. He never took a disciple—until just days ago."

"We later learned that the reason he finally accepted one was because he knew... his time was coming."

"He needed someone to carry on his legacy. That's why he chose John."

Nancy paused, then added, "Before he left, Mr. Zack Lance gave specific instructions to the sect leader—John must be protected at all costs."