A Man Like None Other

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.”

Jared couldn’t afford to share his true origins. If Jaime discovered that Jared had come from outside Beast City, it could

cultivator,” Jaime said, nodding thoughtfully. “But for someone to become a

any plans for the future, Mr. Chance? Somewhere you’re heading?”

“I’m still marked as a criminal. I’ve got to serve my time

stunned. “But didn’t I send Claude to fetch the special release

Jaime assumed Claude had brought him out

Jaime, let me explain…” Claude stepped forward quickly, recounting the events to Jaime

guests learned that Jared had escaped

cell and another enveloping the entire compound. For centuries, no one had ever breached these arcane arrays to escape. Jared’s feat was nothing short of

you’re an array

asked, his astonishment

a small smile. “I just have a basic understanding of the art. The