The Almighty Dragon General

“Do you think Lucille's hatred toward the Yang World is lesser than the Yin governor's hatred toward Tai Chi? Who can stop her from taking revenge by then?"
Facing Yrian's words, Clayton took a deep breath.
He only wanted to seek justice for Franciscus and create more fortunes for his bloodline. He never thought of such implications.
Yrian was right. If Lucille could find Yin's Void, it meant that she had inherited her mother's memory. Not only did the memory contain her mother's honorable past but also the sufferings and humiliation her mother went through to protect her. She could never let it go.
A while of silence later, Yrian looked at Clayton again. "Have you told her about Franciscus' Ultimate Golden Body?"
Clayton sighed before shaking his head.

"That's good." Yrian nodded. "I'll accept her as my disciple. I currently lack one Inner Disciple. As for Franciscus' Ultimate Golden Body, don't tell her. When the time is right, or if she has the ability, I will return it to her.
"Franciscus is your friend, but he is also mine You value friendships and keep to your word. I'm not heartless and ungrateful either."
Clayton stayed silent. Helplessly, he glanced at Lucille, engulfed in the Marciais Combat Form Power.
Previously, in James' and Dark Thea's matter, his good intentions led to bad endings. Thankfully, he hadn't made a mistake this time. It seemed that he needed to learn how to shut up aside from keeping promises and seal Paths.
At that thought, he looked at Yrian again before handing over his wine gourd.
"What are you doing?" Yrian was taken aback.
"I gave you an Inner Disciple. Shouldn't I get a reward?" Unconfidently, Clayton asked.
Seeing Clayton beg for nothing, Yrian, who was initially angry, burst out laughing. "Clayton, what did I do to deserve this? Why am I friends with someone so shameless like you?"
"Are you going to give a reward or not?" Clayton frowned.
Helplessly, Yrian sighed. Then, he waved his hand. A bottle of Chaos Absinthe appeared in the void. He poured a few drips of it into Clayton's wine gourd.
"Is that all?" Clayton questioned, upset.