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.

"Zella," James interrupted.

or future self achieve

guy could not. He nodded smugly. "Second question. What are the conditions needed to launch Leere

getting senile?

he after Thea's Hongrome Aura?' he wondered. 'He's been adamant about needing something Thea

impatiently. "You know your wife,

had a feeling the guy was not working with him. 'I see I need to use

purple. Zella appeared again. Wynton was pale with rage. “You b*stard.