The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 936 Time flew by quickly, and the one-month deadline was suddenly upon them. Xena would come for Felix tomorrow, making this his last night in town.

There was no grand farewell party since he had already said his goodbyes to everyone. Ronan and Melissa were getting along well, planning to travel the world together after Felix's departure. From the looks of it, they were not far from making their relationship official.

Felix definitely approved of this match, as Ronan was a genuinely good person. The man was honest and reliable, someone worthy of trust. As for Jack and the others, they had called to say they would be laying low for a while, which had become somewhat routine by now.

That night, Felix and Billy were sitting in Floral Wreath Boutique, where a few dishes and bottles of wine were on the table.

"Honestly, eating and drinking in a place like this gives me the creeps," Felix said, glancing around. Billy waved him off, unconcerned. "You're overthinking it. Look at me—am I not enjoying myself? And don't even think about trying to squeeze anything out of me tonight. I wouldn't give you a favor even if you begged."

Caught in his attempt, Felix remained unfazed. "Come on, my trip to Martial City will be dangerous. You wouldn't want all these favors to go unpaid if something happened, would you?"

Billy rolled his eyes and shook his head firmly. "Cut the drama. Sure, Martial City is full of powerful people, but you're no slouch yourself."

deeply. "Who knows what'll happen? I'm not so worried about dying, but

a moment before pulling something from his pocket. It was a small paper doll, shrunken down enough

than a nagging old man. Here, take this. It's the

Despite its appearance, it felt firm and sturdy.

times, anything that works with blood is an artifact-you can absorb it into your body. As for what it

smile widened at the mention

"If your life's in danger, the paper doll will activate on its own. It'll grow to your size and release a soul-disturbing wave, tricking your enemies into thinking

en

mumbled, inspecting the

minutes. If you haven't escaped by then, well... you're out of luck,"

raised his glass. "Fatso, you're my lucky star! After I leave, are you planning to

but wipe that look off your face. I'm

felt disappointed at failing