The Almighty Dragon General

"You're missing the point here. Anyway, let me teach you a few tricks first. Otherwise, he'll keep calling me the bad guy."

Xezal grabbed Rebella's arm and pulled her along. The two of them headed toward a corner where the path source's concentration was the highest.

Meanwhile, Lesia stood at the peak of a mountain within the Great Historial Land's Forbidden Bloodshade. Her long hair swayed slightly in the breeze. Behind her, a man wearing a white robe with white hair waited silently and patiently for her to speak.

"Are you done talking?" Lesia finally broke the silence.

The white-haired man gave a slight nod. "Yes."

"An impostor." Lesia snickered. "Of all people, he decided to impersonate my master? Isn't he just asking to be caught?"

"Uh..." The man was unsure how to respond.

"Why do you think Master has tolerated the impostor's actions?" Lesia asked.

The white-haired man shook his head. "James always has his reasons for doing things a certain way. Sometimes, even I can't.....”

"You, Xzavion Bentley, are the person he trusts the most." Lesia turned to face him. "What are you planning to do after this?" Xzavion's brows twitched. He sighed, "I've resigned from my position in the Jademora Empire. Now, I plan to leave with my partner..."

to take her as my disciple?" Lesia interrupted

his eyes wide with surprise.

eyes. "Do you think I'm not good enough to be her

is a divine being. Thora would

your wife stay here. I need you to run

flustered, transferred Thora out of his storage space. Then, he waited for

orders to everyone in the great Historial

all entries in and out

Land are prohibited from making any contact with outsiders. Those

in front of Xzavion

did not expect such an order. "Ms. Lesia, James told us to lay low

am the Great Historial Land's current owner," Lesia said slowly. "I decide whether we let people in

Xzavion stuttered, "...but...that is..."

to follow my orders or not?" Lesia asked

quickly took the