The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 7533

"You're missing the point here. Anyway, let me teach you a few tricks first. Otherwise, he'll keep calling me the bad guy."

Xezal grabbed Rebella's arm and pulled her along. The two of them headed toward a corner where the path source's concentration was the highest.

Meanwhile, Lesia stood at the peak of a mountain within the Great Historial Land's Forbidden Bloodshade. Her long hair swayed slightly in the breeze.

Behind her, a man wearing a white robe with white hair waited silently and patiently for her to speak.

"Are you done talking?" Lesia finally broke the silence.

The white-haired man gave a slight nod. "Yes."

"An impostor." Lesia snickered. "Of all people, he decided to impersonate my master? Isn't he just asking to be caught?"

"Uh..." The man was unsure how to respond.

"Why do you think Master has tolerated the impostor's actions?" Lesia asked.

The white-haired man shook his head. "James always has his reasons for doing things a certain way. Sometimes, even I can't...”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"You, Xzavion Bentley, are the person he trusts the most.” Lesia turned to face him. "What are you planning to do after this?" Xzavion's brows twitched. He sighed, "I've resigned from my position in the Jademora Empire. Now, I plan to leave with my partner..."

"What if I say I want to take her as my disciple?" Lesia interrupted again.

Xzavion immediately lifted his head, his eyes wide with surprise. "That..."

Lesia narrowed her eyes. "Do you think I'm not good enough to be her teacher?"

Xzavion flinched and bowed slightly. "Ms. Lesia is a divine being. Thora would be honored to have you as her teacher."

“Excellent.” Lesia nodded. “Then, let your wife stay here. I need you to run an errand right away."

Xzavion, feeling flustered, transferred Thora out of his storage space. Then, he waited for Lesia's next instruction.

“Relay my orders to everyone in the Great Historial Land. Starting today,

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any contact with outsiders. Those who break the rules will be executed immediately."

Lesia conjured a shiny token in front of Xzavion in an instant.

Xzavion did not expect such an order. “Ms. Lesia, James told us to lay low and observe first..."

"I am the Great Historial Land's current owner," Lesia said slowly. "I decide whether we let people in or out of the place."

Xzavion stuttered, "...but...that is..."

"Are you going to follow my orders or not?" Lesia asked threateningly.

Xzavion quickly took the token and nodded.

Lesia cast a beam of purplish-gold light onto Xzavion, transforming him into an elderly man with gray hair.

Thora let out a yelp at the sight of Xzavion's new appearance.

Xzavion asked nervously, "Ms. Lesia, why did you..."

"You need a disguise. Also, this is a punishment since you doubted me earlier. Lesia smiled dangerously. "I'll turn you into a cute little piglet if you don't leave right away.

Chills ran down Xzavion's spine. He teleported off before he could even bid Thora a proper farewell.

Lesia directed her gaze at Thora, who was still looking at the spot where Xzavion had just stood.

"Follow me, young lady. You need to be obedient. Otherwise, you'll see what happens when I'm in a foul mood." Lesia turned and walked away, an ashen-faced Thora hurrying after her.