The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 613

The commanding voice caught Yates off guard,

A middle-aged man sitting among the group shot to his feet, his face drenched in sweat. He said, "Mr. Jordan, I'll go check it out!"

This man was Jonathan. With such esteemed guests present, an outburst like this was unacceptable. No one could bear the consequences if Yates, the Supreme Elder, lost his temper.

"Go ahead," Yates replied, his smile returning. "It's just a minor issue. Don't let it ruin the mood."

The guests, all seasoned figures in the martial world, remained unfazed. Every organization had its troubles, after all. The intruder's grudge was with Jonathan specifically, and given this was Polaris' headquarters, the issue would surely be handled swiftly. Yates turned to Uzziah, steering the conversation back on track. "I heard the leadership of the Eight Great Martial Families has shifted. The Rubies have been knocked down from the top spot?"

Uzziah nodded. "Yes, a significant change. Those young ones always report back to me on matters like this. I've heard about a prodigy from the Jacobs family who's finally come into his own.

"You know how the rankings work-the families rise and fall based on the talent of the younger generation, and no one could stop that boy's rise."

nod. "You're talking about Mason, aren't you? That

Realm at such a young age. The Ruby family stepping down to second place seems

gleamed with interest. "The Innate Realm? My goodness, the Jacobs family is surely blessed! It's clear we're getting old. The future

Great Martial Families is changing its name?" Uzziah seemed taken aback by the question but eventually gave a reluctant nod. "Yes, it's true. A few days ago, someone appeared-a mysterious figure with strength beyond comprehension. "They claimed we didn't have the right to call ourselves the Elders'

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else could we do? You can't fight someone like that. It's now called the Ancient

expressions mixed with disbelief and amusement. A name dispute over qualifications was absurd yet somehow

man burst into the hall-one of the elders who

sect leader seemed to anticipate bad news and began

There's no need to keep making fools of yourselves. What is it?

was bringing to Polaris in front of their esteemed guests. Nonetheless, with Yates prompting him, he dared not hold back. He stammered, "M-Mr. Jordan, we couldn't deal with him. None of us

him."

expression darkened slightly. The elders who had gone out were all martial masters of the highest caliber, yet they