Parting with Greg and Malia after they had reunited was not easy for both the siblings and Jason.

However, it was necessary to prevent any untoward incident from occurring that could jeopardize the siblings' life.

The siblings had given up all former hopes and ambitions and had accepted the disheartening fact that their future would be destined by the Drake family and clan.

But after Jason had returned to them, this had changed.

A feeble ray of hope named Jason had appeared on the horizon.

They weren't aware of what had happened to Jason during the past few years, but it was evident that he had become more mature, and even stronger than they were despite their access to powerful people all along.

Both Greg and Malia had received lots of cultivation resources from the Drake clan.

This allowed Malia to break into the Lique stage before the age of 19, while Greg would be able to achieve the same feat!

Nevertheless, in comparison to Jason, their achievement was insignificant.

When they had sensed that their friend had liquefied more than 40 drops of mana, they had been hardly able to contain their excitement or surprise.

It was great to hear how fast he was becoming stronger and the ray of hope within them began to glimmer brightly.

Jason noticed this only before he had been told to leave the fortress, as he transmitted an encouraging thought to them.

[As long as both of you are able to endure the Drake clan's schemings for a few more years, I will be able to take care of everything. You guys can do it, and don't let me come back to retrieve two corpses.

Neither I nor your parents would want that! All of us will be able to meet up together in the future without anyone oppressing us!]

After that, he carefully picked up Anna who was sleeping next to him, with Artemis in her arms.

Artemis may have liked Anna, but she was sometimes a nuisance to the little owl.

Stepping out of the office, he threw one last glance at his friends and smiled ruefully before he left the fortress.

Paul, the instructor bid him farewell after telling him that the mana stones for the neutral body refinement manual would be fairly distributed amongst his cousins.

Jason just nodded his head before he walked further away.

He didn't stop and could only feel helpless as Artemis, who had perched herself on his shoulder, issued a faint noise.

Caressing her with his free hand, Jason could only sigh.

"We have a lot to do if we don't want to disappoint the Flers, don't we?"

Once they left the city from the opposite side they had entered, Solaris' black flames covered his face for a moment before his facial features had reverted to his original appearance.

The camouflage makeup was slowly wearing off, but Jason was not bothered about it anymore.

Artemis entered his mana core and her wings manifested on Jason's back. Holding Anna in his arms, he flew back to the place the Ariyor and Elvyr race were supposed to stay.

It had taken him a total of three weeks to return to the place where the big gathering of the Argos alliance had taken place.

Jason hadn't been in a hurry and instead of flying straight ahead, he decided to make stopovers and visited a few cities of the different kingdoms to help him evaluate the situation all around Canir.

Rumors spread like wildfire, and Jason was glad that he hadn't heard anything about a civil war, or even worse, other big clans or ancient sects conquering the big clans and kingdoms that had been hit the worst.

He had assumed that the situation would be much worse and was happy to have been proven wrong.

Fortunately, both the Ariyor and Elvyr race were still around and had yet to leave. They had helped everywhere possible and their presence had prevented other big clans from attacking each other.

It was not known whether some would have attacked others, but Jason assumed that nobody was even thinking about conquering each other.

Otherwise, a single individual of the Elvyr race would have taken matters into his own hands.

They had announced that nobody was to attack each other for now, or they would attack and crush the offending force.

The announcement had been made nonchalantly, but everyone knew that the Elvyr race was every bit serious about it!

Now that he had returned to the Ariyo and Elvyr race, he wanted to attend the meeting they had with more than three dozen highly influential families, ancient sects, and big clans.

Every big family head was allowed to join them because the gathering's goal was to figure out a good solution to take care of mankind and participation was not only restricted to a few big clans.

During the Greater Argos war, surviving had been the most important, but now, building a big, connected unit where everyone gelled together was supposed to be the main objective.

Other big clans were not of the same opinion because they wanted to stay independent, thus they recommended doing something else.

Even after weeks had passed, they hadn't arrived at a common consensus, and the most efficient one they had been able to come up with was to create a loose alliance with everyone willing to extend the olive branch.

It was nothing but a simple treaty that was supposed to prevent war from breaking out while establishing a trading relationship.

If everyone was dependent on the resources provided by another big clan, it would possibly prevent big conflicts from breaking out.

Unfortunately, every big clan was able to take care of themselves, and the goods they required were only the rarest that everyone demanded.

Now, as Jason entered the big hall with a baby girl in his arms he met some curious gazes.

However, almost nobody recalled him as the individual who had manifested the replica of the gates of hell, or the one who had reaped a couple of hundred thousand lives with a single massive crescent sword beam.

He had restricted his aura and his stigma looked like a simple tattoo after all making him look exceptionally ordinary!

Only a few were astonished about him appearing at the gathering, thinking that he would vanish for some time to prevent the Drake clan from hunting him.

The Mydlra and Burane race had received the intel that the Elvyr race had only appeared because of a descendant of a high-ranked race.

In the end, the events that had occurred around and because of Jason made it obvious that he was the said descendant, which was relayed to the Drake clan.

As such, he was wanted by one clan, while others were likely to fear him and his capabilities.

Only Fasro and Lusan who were also present knew who, or rather what kind of existence the baby in his arms was.

Others only saw a little girl without anything impressive about her.

After the leaders of the respective clans and sects had spared him a short glance, they'd returned to their debate, seemingly unaffected by his presence.

This was exactly what Jason had hoped to achieve so he listened attentively. Not long after, he heard something interesting, yet extremely annoying, and was somewhat stupefied.

"The citizens are tense because of what happened during the last few years. We are evidently too weak to fight against other races without a numerical advantage or other means to strengthen ourselves.

However, on the other hand, we do have a great number of translated body refinement manuals and other techniques that could be translated too!

How about we duplicate them, hand them out and demonstrate to the tense citizens how strong our new generation can become?

We have many young prodigies below the age of 50. How about we set up a large-scale tournament for the following years, which we stream throughout Canir?"

While others were mulling over this proposal, Jason could only look at the gathered humans in astonishment.

His eyes were squinted, and his golden-silverish eyes were almost not visible as he wondered what was going on with the old powerhouses, and if they had some loose screws.

'What kind of bullshit is that now??'

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