“That’s impossible,” the Eastjon king dismissed the thought without even thinking.


    There was an elder in the National Martial Bureau who was from his family, the nco family.


    The message he had received was that the head of the National Martial Bureau had broken through to


    the Profound Oriental Realm and would be lending a hand to support Bobby in upholding the Southern


    Martial Alliance.


    He would not have pushed his daughter to the Palmer family’s martial prodigy otherwise.


    Anton stood up with his wine ss in hand and patted Yelzog on the shoulder.


    “Yelzog, your vision is too small!” Then, he made toward the table where Nash was sitting.


    Sitting next to Nash, Francel hurriedly warned him, “Nash, Mr. Anton’ ising to offer you a toast.


    He’s the father of the Warden of the Eastern Territory and the helmsman of the six martial halls.


    He’s humble and modest, highly respected in themunity!” Hearing this, Nash quickly stood up with


    his wine ss, ready to meet him.


    “Mr. Varhess,” he greeted respectfully.


    Anton’s eyes were filled with admiration as he said, “Goodd, you haven’t disgraced your father.”


    Nash was surprised to see Anton here.


    He was shocked but quickly suppressed his emotions.


    This man was the father of the Warden of the Eastern Territory and likely held considerable prestige in


    official circles.


    It was not strange for him to know the Warden of the Northern Territory.


    Nash was the son of the Warden of the Northern Territory, and although there was not much


    resemnce between them, someone with a certain level of cultivation would be able to sense their


    bloodline connection.


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    Nash smiled slightly.


    “Sir, you tter me.


    I only did what I could, which pales inparison to those heroes who defend our country!” He was not


    only praising his own father but alsouding the Warden of the Eastern Territory.


    . Anton burst intoughter.


    “Calm andposed, and you’re not arrogant or impulsive either.


    If only my grandsons were half as good as you!” Nash scratched his head awkwardly.


    “Everyone has their reckless moments when they’re young.


    I was quite arrogant back in the day!” He was referring to the days he spent traveling the south and


    north with his master and his time dominating the world of assassins.


    After getting married, his arrogance somewhat subsided and his temperament became more stable.


    Anton gave Nash a look.


    “You’re not even as old as my grandson, yet you act as if you are.” Before Nash could respond, he


    smiled kindly and added, “Come, let me make a toast to you!” “No, no, no, it’s me who should make a


    toast to you!” Nash held up his ss with both hands, not daring to be presumptuous.


    Those who respected others would always be respected in return.


    The head of the Varhess family was indeed a person of high moral Chap 1314 standing and deserving


    of Nash’s toast.


    After clinking sses, Nash took the lead and emptied his ss in one go.


    Anton also downed his ss in one gulp.


    3/4 He patted Nash on the shoulder, his voice earnest andden with meaning when he said, “You’ve


    unified the martial arts forces of the South.


    The responsibility on your shoulders is immense.


    Should you need assistance in the future, don’t hesitate to contact me.


    I’ll give you my utmost support!” He paused, ncing at the Easttjon king, who was drinking silently.


    He then continued, “Eastjon is thergest province in the Eastern region.


    The fact that Yelzog can sit on his current throne shows hispetence.


    “Unless you harbor some significant grievance against him, my advice would be to turn your hostility


    into friendship.” Nash looked deeply at the man who was the head of the Varhess family.


    He had not shown an ounce of his dissatisfaction toward the Eastjon king this entire time.


    He had not even rejected him outright, yet Anton had noticed his sentiments.


    “Mr. Calcraft.” A beautiful woman in a sexy dress approached them with a ss of red wine in hand,


    her hips swaying.


    Her red lips parted again, and she introduced herself, “I’m Genevieve from the Goode family of


    Cazadine.


    May I get to know you?” Antonughed heartily.


    “I won’t disturb you young people, then.


    Carry on as you please!” With that, he turned and left.


    Nash had not felt any waves of inner energy from Anton, which made him want to use his Third Eye to


    check Anton’s core directly.


    He restrained himself, however, as a person could tell when they were being scrutinized after reaching


    a certain level of cultivation.