Could it be Father had paved the way for me long ago?
Jared fell into a trance.
All of a sudden, there was a riot at the entrance of the arena, breaking his reverie.
Catching sight of Warren leading a dozen martial artists from the Warriors Alliance, Jared knitted his brows. Evidently, all of them were at least Eighth Level Martial Arts Grandmaster and above.
Hmph! Apparently, the solidity of the Warriors Alliance’s foundation is beyond description. It’s never crossed my mind that there are quite a number of Martial Arts Grandmasters in the alliance!
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