Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1792

Andrew chuckled and said, "How would I dare? She's the pride of Gabo Creek. I wouldn't even qualify to be in her presence!"

Downstairs in the bar, Luna stepped through the door and immediately looked up toward the second-floor booth.

The moment her eyes landed on Andrew, a flash of coldness crossed her face. Leslie, following close behind, sneered. "General, that arrogant fool is here too." Luna replied calmly, "Ignore him. I'll leave as soon as our business is done."

Zachary approached and greeted her politely. "General Phelan, welcome. Please, have a seat."

Luna sat down with a relaxed posture, casually crossing one long, boot-clad leg over the other. "So, you're about to take Jerome's inner disciple assessment. How confident are you?"

Zachary gave a sly smile. "If you'd asked me before, I'd say 30%. But now? I'd say 80, maybe even 90%."

Luna scoffed. "That's nonsense. Zachary, I have no idea where your confidence is coming from. Jerome is a titan of the Southern Martial Union. Becoming one of his inner disciples is no small feat; history proves that."

She added, "You haven't even reached the martial king level, yet here you are talking about 80% percent? Don't you think you're getting a little ahead of

yourself?"

remained calm. "General Phelan, no need to get so worked up. I'm not bluffing. I've had help from someone significant, and that's boosted my chances." Luna smirked. "Let me guess. That 'someone significant' is Andrew upstairs?" Zachary did not dodge the

hold back a laugh. "Mr. Fischer, you're one of the top names in Blumedale, and you're seriously putting faith in that fraud? You should know

composed. "Who I choose to trust is my business,

clearly offended, clenched

and asked, "Tell me, what exactly did Andrew

"I'm not trying to meddle in your affairs, but a lot has been happening in the southern martial arts world lately, and Jerome is at the center of several tensions, so

respect that. There's no reason for me to hide this from you. Andrew gave me two pills, and that's

this confident? What

won't go into detail about

eyes flickering with shock. Seventh-grade Divine Pills were not something to take lightly, not even for

proud and independent. She hated owing people, let alone begging. Due to

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were the difference between life and death, a true game-changer. That was also why she had sought out Andrew several times, asking him