The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 219

After Xena left, Vivian called Felix. "Mr. Zeller, the Phoenix Legion has completely surrounded the Great Imperial Sect. What should we do? Do we keep waiting?"

Felix had anticipated this. He knew mentors were like parents-no matter how Jaxon had treated Xena, she would always care for him unless he had done something unforgivable.

As the goddess of war, Xena understood the Earthen Hall's assassination capabilities all too well. Jaxon and his people would not stand a chance, so this was her only option. Moreover, Felix could tell her plan from her remark just now.

Once he was no longer a member of Dragon Alliance, the Earthen Hall would have no reason to keep their forces at the Great Imperial Sect.

"Hold our position for now. We'll see how things play out tomorrow night," Felix instructed.

"Yes, sir!" Vivian replied.

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At dawn, Yvonne, who had not slept all night, finally made the call.

you have a surprise for me?" the woman's voice chimed with a playful

Imperial Sect last night and discovered something-Felix is a member of Dragon

Dragon Alliance meant someone was certainly extraordinary-someone the average person would want

than I expected. At least he's not a complete loser. Keep observing him. I should be able

uncertainty. She had held back some of her observations, like her suspicion that Felix might be more than just an ordinary Dragon Alliance member, and her gut feeling told her that he was behind the lightning strike

just an ordinary member, why would all the other members of the Earthen Hall, except for the chief, gather? While Dragon Alliance had made it clear that harming one of their own was a direct challenge to their

watched everything more clearly than anyone else. Even though she believed Felix was responsible for the strike that killed Gregory, it seemed too far-fetched-he was too young to wield

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Yvonne had no proof, so she decided to investigate

the outskirts of Avesburgh. He had received a text from an unknown number, likely

dinner to attend later in the night

He knocked

men.

""Felix Zeller?"