A certain wave of horror swept past everyone present in the dark hall. They couldn't bring themselves to comprehend what the hell was happening right in front of them. Even though they were powerful and notorious dons, not one of them can put his hand in a normal fire, let alone the ritual fire. But this strange man was standing in midst of the raging flames of the ritual fire that burns with sulfur.Elise was equally stunned speechless by the sight in front of her. It felt like her eyes were playing a trick on her. "Lord Jaguar!!!" Ceballos quickly ran forward and dropped on his knees. Ceballos was the only one amongst the dons who has seen Slade in person. Now seeing that it was Slade in the midst of the fire, his loyalty and awe towards Slade quadrupled.As soon as Ceballos dropped on his knees, the rest of the dons couldn't find a perfect excuse not do the same. What other proofs would they ever want that Slade has not just provided for them?They all moved forward and dropped

Slade was the only person who remained on his feet when General Trent approached. Although he didn't bow to the ground like the rest of the men, he pushed his body forward in a humble bow. He was much more surprised that the General is here at this time of the night. He wasn't really intrigued by the fact that the man knew about the initiation, instead it was more of, was he invited by the dons?Judging by the reactions of the dons, it seemed less likely that they invited the General. They were equally surprised to see him here. When the General got to them, he ignored all of them and turned instantly and directly to face Slade. "The immortal mage." The general stood in front of Slade for a moment. All the dons who were on the ground raised their heads. Even Elise was on the ground in a heartfelt bow. She has also raised her head. Who has the General referred to as the immortal mage? Everyone of them wanted to find out instantly. Suddenly, General Trent went down on his knees an

The dons gasped when they saw the General opening his eyes. They had all seen what Slade did but they didn't know whether or not it would work, and that was why they've been hanging around. Now seeing that the mighty General Trent was conscious again after suffering a great damage from fire, there was no doubt that this strange young man is nothing but a god in disguise!The General tried to sit up but Slade forbade him. "You should remain like this for another hour." Slade said to the old man. "If it was an ordinary human, they would have to remain like this for at least twelve hours." Slade took a deep breath.All the dons were attentive to him. Very attentive. The looks they had on their faces towards him when he walked in was no where to be found. They were rather now in awe and reverence of his mysterious personality. Their eyes hurriedly moved alongside the speed of his lips. "But because you have some innate qi energy due to some subtle traces of cultivation, it would help

Katrina Howers walked through the hallway into the foyer of the luxurious villa. Her phone was pressed to her ear as she spoke over the phone. "It's important to keep to time in periods like these. We cannot afford to lose the track of the ongoing trend." After those words, she hung the call immediately. She headed straight towards the door. Before she could open the door, three lanky men dressed in black rushed forward. One of them stepped into her path, bowing accordingly to her. "Here's the Jinty root grounded and prepared as you asked." The man reached out a bottle of potion. "Since it is a natural remedy, then you should feel better. I believe that the dizziness will stop."Katrina gazed at the bottle unimpressed. She looked past the man and stepped forward. The henchman quickly stepped out of the way. "It's just a random dizziness. I don't think this is necessary anymore." Katrina dismissed. Last night, before she went to sleep, she had felt really dizzy to the extent that

In the most secure floor of the Nyther-Rim Group building, there was a large VVIP hall consecrated for meetings. The nature of this meeting was only graced by the board of members of the group. Every important person was present. The six families had each representatives at the meeting. Each representative was either too old or too quiet to speak. Even though this board consisted of men from powerful families, there was a hierarchy that must be revered in all sincerity. At the high table of the meeting was a middle-aged woman, who looked rather too young for age. Her face was hard but solemn. Everyone present in the hall had enough respect in their faces as they gazed at her. "Is there anyone that has something to report before the President makes a conclusion?" A tough-looking man leaned into the stationed mic, looking through the board members.It would seem as though looking at the group was an act that ought to be repeated by the rest of the group. The members of the board look