Oregon.

Pompeii Fairyland.

The weather was fine, and the sea shimmered from the right amount of sunshine.

Many attractive men and women were basking in the sun on the beach of a huge island. They were not tourists who came over for a tour, but Lightning Pavilion disciples. Pompeii Fairyland had become their territory.

“D*mn it. Alex Rockefeller is really lucky. He actually acquired Yukon Sanctuary.”

“What is he capable of? An incapable aborigine who’s managed to acquire the top-ranked sanctuary by riding on women’s coattails? It’s simply preposterous!”

“You’d better not say that. Riding on women’s coattails is a skill in itself, and not everyone can do that. Why don’t you try riding on Jade Benmore’s coattails if you can?”

In fact, the group of youths from the Lightning Pavilion had never met Alex before. Someone else had passed on all the information to them, and it didn’t hinder them from making various speculations from the back.

It would seem those people only looked up to