The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6136

The Draconian guards blinked, plainly unprepared for the prisoners to be acquaintances of their emperor.

They hurried forward, working gingerly to free the two from the black-iron bindings and peel away the suppressing sigils.

With the seals gone, spiritual energy coursed through Luther at once.

He shrugged off the remaining grips, rushed to Jared, and scanned him from head to toe as though confirming the man before him was flesh and blood.

"Mr. Chance, do you know how hard you were to find?"

His words tumbled out. "We waited in the Wastelands for you day and night—wind, sun, not a single hot meal—and you never showed. We thought something happened, that the Celestial Palace or House Wagner had caught you."

He paused, threw a shaky glance back at the guards, and his voice quivered. "Then, just as we reached these mountains—before we even got close—a whole swarm of… of dragons charged us."

Grace stepped up as well, smoothing her hair and clothes before she bowed. "Young Master Chance, seeing you safe is all we wanted. These days on the road, worry followed every step."

Jared took in their disheveled state, and warmth flooded his chest.

"I'm glad you're unhurt." He nodded lightly. "You've had a rough journey."

After a beat, he added, "Come, let me make introductions."

He gestured to Hadrian, who still stood behind him with a lowered head. "This is Hadrian, of the Sky Dragon Lineage, a High Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivator. We're in Sky Dragon Valley—the Draconians' hidden sanctuary—and it's my temporary base."

Luther and Grace drew in sharp breaths, the shock in their eyes growing deeper.

Draconians?!

This place… is really the secret ground of the Draconians?!

The legendary race truly exists?!

And Mr. Chance is staying here—Hadrian even treats him with such deference.

It took Luther a long moment to wrestle his thoughts back under control.

He faced Hadrian, forced a sheepish smile, and cupped his fists. "So… Lord Hadrian. My earlier offense was ignorance—please forgive it."

Grace mirrored the gesture with a small bow. "Lord Hadrian, we were rash just now. We beg your pardon."

Hadrian waved both hands quickly, a modest smile softening his face. "No need for formality. Any friend of His Majesty is an honored guest of Sky Dragon Valley."

Your Majesty?!

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