The First Heir

After Chandler entered, Chief Montgomery stood behind him respectfully, not daring to say a word. He might hold a high position in the central combat division, but here, he was just a subordinate. Especially when facing these five pavilion masters, he was just an ordinary person not worth mentioning.

Chandler took his seat and said directly, “I believe everyone already knows, so let’s get right to the point.”

“Chandler, for you to call a meeting with the five pavilions in such a hurry, is the kingship incident in Hampton really that tricky?”

The person who spoke was a woman in her 40s or 50s. She had a thin face and indifferent eyes that displayed an air of superiority, just like a high priestess in a church. She wore a purple robe embroidered with the pattern of a griffin soaring above flames. Behind her, a man in the same purple robe stood respectfully.

This middle-aged woman was none other than the master of Griffin Pavilion, Dahlia Una. She held the honorary title of ‘Envoy Una’ in Nonagon.

Envoy Una. She claimed that Fennel’s sister was the nemesis of the disciples and a blood sin. Hence, she

ending up as the

glance at her as a trace of ruthlessness flowed in his eyes. He motioned to Chief Montgomery to

is all the monitoring data of the kingship power incident in Hampton. Pavilion Master

deeply as she stared at the data monitoring report. Waves of anger and murderous intent appeared on her face as she said gravely, “He’s

“He’s the king of disciples in the fifth zone and also the most promising candidate to enter the sixth zone.

as she said, “This is the

“That’s enough!”

moment, a deep bellow

the appearance

middle-aged man clad in white iron armor. This suit of armor was branded with a roaring white tiger on