The Almighty Dragon General

Through his observation, Lemuel had ascertained that the human cultivator before him was the reincarnation of the
Supremusseum’s founder.
James was not surprised that Lemuel had figured out his true identity so quickly.
He had expected that much from Lemuel since he knew very well how capable the elderly cultivator was.
Moreover, James intended for Lemuel to learn about his true identity.
The other cultivators might have been misled by James when he had mentioned Thaddeus’ name.
However, James knew that Lemuel wouldn't be fooled by him.
Still, James did not outright admit whether he was Lord Supremus or not.
“Sir Lemuel, could you help guide me on how to reach the fifth and sixth stages of the Feimsurge Art?” James asked again.
Lemuel furrowed his brows.
From his perspective, the founder of Supremusseum was not a good, upright man.
That man was someone who would do anything necessary to achieve his goals.
Lemuel was against the idea of James mastering the Feimsurge Art when James already possessed the knowledge of the
Genesis Path Scripture.
It would make James an even bigger threat to the people across the different planes.
He waved his hand dismissively.
“You should learn it on your own since you said you could do it by yourself anyway.” After hearing Lemuel’s answer, James fell
silent and dropped his gaze.
He lifted his head a few seconds later.
“Could you please forget that I was here today, Sir Lemuel? If any reincarnated cultivators were to pay you a visit in the future,
please don’t let them know I was here today.

I don’t want to get into any trouble or conflict.” Then, James turned around and walked away.
Lumeul had a grim expression on his face as he watched James’ receding figure.
He clenched his fists tightly.
Lumeul was debating inwardly whether he should just exterminate James, who was a potential threat to other mortals, before he
regained his full powers.
A brief moment later, Lumeul loosened his grip.
He decided to observe James a bit longer before taking any action against him.
On the other hand, James had just exited the library.
Sweat beaded his forehead as James could not help but feel anxious talking to Lemuel.
He had found Lemuel intimidating even in his past life.
His decision to meet with Lemuel was somewhat of a gamble.
If his predictions were inaccurate, James would have lost his life right away.
However, James’ instincts were right.
Lemuel was a virtuous and upright man.
Otherwise, the man would not have founded the Dieux Academy, which was a reputable and respectable institution.
James returned to Mount Caden shortly afterward.
He founda quiet, secluded area and sat down on the ground.
He had a calm expression on his face as he stared into the distance.
An elderly man wearing old, worn-out clothes materialized somewhere nearby without making a sound.
James only noticed the old man's presence after quite some time.

He got to his feet and greeted respectfully, “I wasn’t expecting you, Sir Lemuel.” Lemuel waved his hand dismissively and sat on
a nearby rock.
He asked, “What exactly happened back then? Why were you attacked by a group of cultivators before you died in your last
life?” James had a pensive look in his eyes as he listened to Lemuel’s questions.