The Almighty Dragon General

In Monica’s eyes, James was but a clown. A very successful one, at that, to have fooled even the Young Master of the Elixir Pavilion.

At the same exact moment, the Great Elder of the World Pavilion was already on his way to the Master’s closed-door meditation sanctuary. There were extremely steep stone walls at the back of the mountain. When he reached a stone wall, he held up his hand. Then, some mysterious prints and symbols appeared and enmeshed themselves within the wall in front of him.

A loud roar came from the wall, followed by a crack, into which Grasberg walked. He entered a cave that extended inwards and arrived at a stone house located within its depths.

Within the stone house, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged. A man with long hair who looked to be in his forties had mysterious symbols floating around his body in a circular motion.

“Master.” Grasberg walked towards him. As this world operated based on the law of the jungle, he referred to Wollongong as ‘Master’ even though he was his son.

Wollongong raised his head and glanced at Grasberg. One could vaguely see mysterious forces circulating within the veins that surfaced on his skin. His expression was in slight pain.

something the matter?” Wollongong spoke

a respectful tone, Grasberg said, “Master, a youngster came from the outside world to the World Pavilion. He knows about your injury and has

this man?” Wollongong was shocked. He was injured in Mount Baidi. Not many people knew what

do know is that even the Young Master of the Elixir Pavilion is treating him with courtesy. This youngster has explicitly stated that he is here

fell into deep thought. After a long while, his expression returned to normal

“Okay.”

……

reappeared, with a middle-aged man behind him. Seeing this, Monica

sensing his rank, he could not help but raise his eyebrow, yet he could not slight

asked, “I am the Master of the World Pavilion.

reluctant to bow down and speak in such a humble tone. However, he could not do otherwise when