The Almighty Dragon General

As James and Yemima arrived at the place, the living beings there immediately made way for them.
“That’s Wyot Dalibor.”
“I heard he was imprisoned for some time and only recently returned here. However, he only remained on Mount Doom. Rumors
say he has already crossed into the Quasi Acme Rank.”
“Huh... Interesting...”
“The gathering is gonna be fun.”
Many whispered among themselves.
James and Yemima entered the tavern and headed straight toward the ninth floor.
Soon, they arrived on the ninth floor.
The ninth floor was vast.
There were only two people there—Deshawn Yansh sitting by the window and a woman sitting in the corner.
The woman was dressed in a black dress, and she was wearing a black veil that covered her face. The veil seemed to be
imbued with a mysterious formation, for even James could not pierce through the veil. However, as his gaze met the woman’s,
he sensed a familiar sensation. A figure surfaced in his mind.
“Is that you, Thea?”
James glanced at the woman and stared at her.
Upon sensing James’ stare, the woman glanced at him.
Their gazes met.
At that moment, Yemima grabbed James’ hand and chided him, “Hey, enough gawking already. We should get down to business
first.”
James collected himself and retracted his gaze. Then, they walked straight toward Deshawn and sat opposite him.

Though James seated himself, he was distracted. Those eyes were too similar to Thea’s. However, as the woman was wearing a
veil, James could not tell whether she was Thea.
He put those thoughts aside for now. Even if the woman was Thea, he was currently Wyot Dalibor. Naturally, she would not be
able to recognize him. If she really was Thea, and as long as she remains inside Doom City, James would be able to approach
her. Then, after identifying himself, the Thea in the new world would be able to sense everything her avatar sensed, no matter
the distance.
Deshawn’s gaze was fixed on James, and a smile crept up on his handsome-looking face as he asked, “You must be Wyot
Dalibor, the Minor Patriarch and future master of the Dooms.”
James smiled and said, “You flatter me. My position as Minor Patriarch is only tentative. I don’t even know whether I can secure
my position.”
Deshawn looked at James and tried to pierce through his thoughts. However, he could not sense any
aura coming from James. This stunned him.
“You are strong.”
Deshawn gave his evaluation.
“Rumors say that Wyot Dalibor of the Dooms has an invincible physical body and unrivaled potential.
However, they also say that you are a loser who just can’t increase your cultivation base despite your
potential and abundant cultivation resources.” Deshawn smiled and said, “Apparently, the rumors are false.”
Wyot seldom wandered about in the outside world and would only remain on Mount Doom. As he cultivated the Greater Paths,
his cultivation base increased at a snail’s pace, hence the rumors. The first time he wandered outside, an accident happened.
Faced with Deshawn, James’ expression was composed as he said nonchalantly
forces with him in the gathering to obtain the Chaos Sacred Lotus?”
, “Do you wish to join

Deshawn, however, said confidently, “No, not really. With my strength, I can emerge victorious by partnering with a few random
Quasi Acmeans. In truth, I’m looking forward to fighting you.”