Jaime quickly stood, his expression a mixture of surprise and admiration. “I never would’ve guessed you’d be so remarkable, Mr. Chance. You’re only A Ninth Level Tribulator, yet you managed to effortlessly defeat a cultivator at Ultimate Realm Level Four!”

“Please, take a seat,” he insisted, his attitude towards Jared shifting dramatically. Around the room, the other foreign officials exchanged glances, their respect for Jared clearly written on their faces.

The cultivator who had just fought Jared now stood before him, visibly embarrassed. His face was flushed as he said, “I acted recklessly earlier. I hope you won’t hold it against me, Mr. Chance.”

“It’s fine,” Jared replied with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Mr. Chance, do you have any family left? Any friends? Where have you been all this time?” Jaime asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

He wondered if Jared still had any kin left. If he could recruit a group of Draconian foreign officials, his strength and influence would certainly soar above the other two generals’.

Jared’s face remained composed as he answered, “I have no fixed home. I’ve always been a wandering cultivator.”

true origins. If Jaime discovered that Jared

nodding thoughtfully. “But for someone to become a Ninth Level Tribulator on their

plans for the future, Mr. Chance? Somewhere

bitter laugh. “I’m still marked as a criminal. I’ve got to

special release order for your release? Why would you still need

his own, and Jaime assumed Claude had brought

me explain…” Claude stepped forward quickly, recounting

Jared had escaped the prison by

not one but two arcane arrays-one within the cell and another enveloping the entire compound. For centuries, no one had ever breached these arcane arrays to escape. Jared’s feat was nothing

me you’re an

asked, his astonishment

small smile. “I just have a

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