The Almighty Dragon General

“Do you think Lucille's hatred toward the Yang World is lesser than the Yin
governor's hatred toward Tai Chi? Who can stop her from taking revenge by
then?"
Facing Yrian's words, Clayton took a deep breath.
He only wanted to seek justice for Franciscus and create more fortunes for his
bloodline. He never thought of such implications.
Yrian was right. If Lucille could find Yin's Void, it meant that she had inherited her
mother's memory. Not only did the memory contain her mother's honorable past
but also the sufferings and humiliation her mother went through to protect her.
She could never let it go.
Awhile of silence later, Yrian looked at Clayton again. "Have you told her about
Franciscus’ Ultimate Golden Body?"
Clayton sighed before shaking his head.
"That's good." Yrian nodded. "I'll accept her as my disciple. I currently lack one
Inner Disciple. As for Franciscus’ Ultimate Golden Body, don't tell her. When the
time is right, or if she has the ability, I will return it to her.
"Franciscus is your friend, but he is also mine You value friendships and keep to
your word. I'm not heartless and ungrateful either."
Clayton stayed silent. Helplessly, he glanced at Lucille, engulfed in the Marciais
Combat Form Power.
Previously, in James" and Dark Thea's matter, his good intentions led to bad
endings. Thankfully, he hadn't made a mistake this time. It seemed that he
needed to learn how to shut up aside from keeping promises and seal Paths.
At that thought, he looked at Yrian again before handing over his wine gourd.
"What are you doing?" Yrian was taken aback.
"I gave you an Inner Disciple. Shouldn't I get a reward?" Unconfidently, Clayton
asked.
Seeing Clayton beg for nothing, Yrian, who was initially angry, burst out laughing.
"Clayton, what did I do to deserve this? Why am I friends with someone so
shameless like you?"
"Are you going to give a reward or not?" Clayton frowned.
Helplessly, Yrian sighed. Then, he waved his hand. A bottle of Chaos Absinthe
appeared in the void. He poured a few drips of it into Clayton's wine gourd.
"Is that all?" Clayton questioned, upset.
"Do you think you're James?" Yrian snorted and said, "These few drips can last
you for several entrapochs."
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Clayton responded, “Give me more.
Don't look down on me." Yrian was
helpless. He gave Clayton a few more
drips. Then, he withdrew the Chaos
Absinthe, afraid that Clayton would

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ask for more again shamelessly.

7

Ofaytorhslicked Fis tongue before
putting his wine gourd away. Walking
over to the chair by the side, he sat
down and started to taste the wine.
Looking at him, Yrian felt touched
and sorry for him. Clayton was
arrogant. Not only did he offend Tai
Chi, but he also went against the Law
of Paths. He could never reach the
Daeclon Rank. He was a peerless
powerhouse and had extraordinary
talent. However, he was stuck here. It
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