Could it be Father had paved the way for me long ago? Jacob fell into a trance.
All of a sudden, there was a riot at the entrance of the arena, breaking his reverie.
Catching sight of Waylon leading a dozen martial artists from the Warriors Alliance, Jacob knitted his brows. Evidently, all of them were at least Eighth Level Martial Arts Grandmasters 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!
When he advanced toward them with Otto, Zane was astounded to see him, for he thought Jacob had left.
Zane's lips contorted into a smirk as he mocked, "Jacob Sullen, why are you still here? Are you reluctant to leave?"
Wearing a grim look, Jacob did not utter any words.
