Having fought for the country until gravely wounded, only to be betrayed by an internal traitor during his slumber, David Jones could more or less understand the disappointment in the heart of the Fire Separation Vermilion Bird.
However, there was one point that David Jones found quite peculiar.
Those who could serve as vice-principals or in higher positions at Phoenix College were generally trainers of the highest esteem from the Flowery Kingdom, respected and revered. To call them royalty or nobility within the Beastmaster World would not be an overstatement.
Why would such individuals covet a faction like the Evil Soul Sect which was ruthlessly suppressed by the Federation of Trainer Guild and destined to be eradicated from history?
"This is indeed a pile of trouble,"
David Jones casually pocketed the Phoenix Badge, his eyes swiftly and inconspicuously scanned the faces of those present.
