The Almighty Dragon General

Truett suddenly appeared in a wasteland located southwest of Mount Martial is. He looked at the middle-aged man with his hands behind his back, with a frown. Then, he asked, "Is there something you couldn't say just now, Mr. Wulte? Why did you ask to meet here?"

Perthacus walked over and said, "I didn't want to put you in a difficult situation, so I had to meet you privately."

Truett asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

Perthacus flipped his hand, and a radiant energy ball appeared.

"There are one hundred elixirs at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Fifth Tribulation. Take them."

The energy ball floated over to Truett.

Truett was stunned for a moment. He recomposed and asked playfully, "Aren't you being too generous, Mr. Wulte? A hundred elixirs at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Fifth Tribulation is more than we acquired."

Perthacus laughed and replied, "You're overthinking it. How would I have possibly gotten so many high- quality elixirs? I'm also going crazy because of poverty. This is compensation for your injured body. It's from the headquarters."

compensation? Am I the only one

nodded and replied,

"What about Xzavion and Stephen? Their bodies were also severely destroyed. If they were going to compensate, they should give it to US.

"Because you're Yegor's son. With your identity, it's only natural the headquarters give you special

a joke. Although I'm Skynet's Young Master, I'm also an elder of Mount Martialis. Is the Timeaus Sect favoring me

said, "You're right. Elder Lyla stuffed these elixirs into my storage space and instructed

here to investigate after learning about your injuries. Hence, they wanted to compensate you to

results in

made a name for Mount Martial is after the fight with Zared, we

in Mount Martialis, you'll be

make my friends jealous,

Perthacus nodded solemnly.