“You're missing the point here. Anyway, let me teach you a few tricks first. Otherwise, he'll keep calling me the bad guy.”

Xezal grabbed Rebella's arm and pulled her along. The two of them headed toward a corner where the path source’s concentration was the highest.

Meanwhile, Lesia stood at the peak of a mountain within the Great Historial Land’s Forbidden Bloodshade. Her long hair swayed slightly in the breeze.

Behind her, a man wearing a white robe with white hair waited silently and patiently for her to speak.

“Are you done talking?” Lesia finally broke the silence.

The white-haired man gave a slight nod. “Yes.”

“An impostor.” Lesia snickered. “Of all people, he decided to impersonate my master? Isn't he just asking to be caught?”

“Uh…” The man was unsure how to respond.

“Why do you think Master has tolerated the impostor’s actions?” Lesia asked.

The white-haired man shook his head. “James always has his reasons for doing things a certain way. Sometimes, even I can’t…”

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