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?"

sh*t. Why don't

"Zella," James interrupted.

either I, his current self, or future

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

you getting senile? You just saw

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

sighed impatiently. "You know your wife, don't you? You should know

guy was not working with him. 'I see I need to use something stronger,'

shone golden purple. Zella appeared again. Wynton