The Almighty Dragon General

Wynton frowned. "You don't know that? What's your Cultivation Heart Caeloros doing, then?"

James paused for a moment, then shook his head. He was sure not even Frona knew of Wuia's real plan. After all, Wuia did this to deceive the Nine Caeloros Gods.

"I see she doesn't trust you that much just yet." Wynton smirked sardonically. "My ambition pushed me to heights I had no business reaching, and I was dragged into this mess. I was vesselsnatched. Though you are now a great Path, we are not so different."

James rolled his eyes. "Change of plans. I ask, you answer."

Wynton said nothing. He raised his head and took another swig.

James stared at him. "Wuia split his Historial Daoism into three Soremsias and hid them somewhere. If any one of those Soremsias finishes their job, will he return fully and launch the Leere Tribulation?" Wynton looked at James weirdly. Sensing something was about to go awry, James narrowed his eyes. "Why don't I call your sister again?"

"You underhanded little sh*t. Why don't

"Zella," James interrupted.

"Yes. If either I, his current self, or future

wanted to slice his head off, but the poor guy could not. He nodded

you getting senile? You just

him. 'Thea! Is he after Thea's Hongrome Aura?' he wondered.

the third question. Wynton sighed impatiently. "You know your

was not working with him. 'I see I

Zella appeared again. Wynton was pale with rage. “You b*stard. I told you everything! What are