Chapter 6583

On a mysterious mountaintop veiled in mist, Gladwin sat cross- legged, his eyes lightly shut, emanating

an air of solemnity.

Before him stood a towering figure, an elderly man adorned in a pristine white robe, with snow-white

hair and a face that belied his age.

The elderly man was none other than the Timaeus Sect and Righteous Alliance’s Leader, Xachary.

Xachary was seething with anger.

The sudden, unprovoked onslaught by the New Alliance had thrown the Righteous Alliance into

disarray, causing chaos, panic, and substantial losses.

At the same time, his top general, Hetsema, had gone missing and his fate was uncertain.

Moreover, Gladwin, who commanded dozens of forces, refused to lend assistance.

As the leader of the Timaeus Sect and Righteous Alliance, Xachary had issued numerous orders.

However, Gladwin ignored them.

Faced with his defiance, Xachary came to personally question him.

Xachary said with gritted teeth, “I've spoken my piece, Gladwin.

If even our foundation is unstable, everything else will collapse.

“Our dispute aside, we still belong to the same faction.

If the Timaeus Sect and Righteous Alliance fall, even with the forces you control, you still wouldn’t

stand a chance against the New Alliance Gladwin sneered, “But if the New Alliance is defeated, will I

still have a place in the Righteous Alliance and Timaeus Sect?” Xachary squinted, saying, “So, what is

it that you want?” Gladwin replied coldly, “I want us to be equals, and not to be dictated by you.

Also, summon our Grand Patriarchs.” “you know very well they have gone missing for years.

Where am I going to find them? If you intend to abandon the Righteous Alliance and Timaeus Sect, you

might as well be forthright about it.” Gladwin revealed a strange smile.

He knew Xachary was trying to set him up, and answering may lead to his death, for behind Xachary

loomed a Tai Chi Messenger, who was at the Xaeclon Rank.

Although he was not afraid of Xachary, he could not afford to be targeted by Tai Chi Messenger.

Recognizing the impasse, Xachary said menacingly, "Gladwin, considering we’re from the same sect,

I'll offer you a chance.

“Surrender the Sanctum Token that can command the eighteen major forces under your jurisdiction,

and I’ll allow you to keep your position as our sect’s Great Protector.

Additionally, you’re granted the option to withdraw into seclusion and have privileges equivalent to

mine.” Upon hearing the proposal, Gladwin’s brows furrowed.

“And what if I refuse?” Xachary bellowed with murderous intent, “Then you’re sealing your fate.

When that happens, don’t blame me for being ruthless.

The Timaeus Sect is the cornerstone of the Righteous Alliance.

If you continue to flout orders and rules, you’ll pose a hindrance to our unity.” While Xachary’s words

carried righteousness, in reality, he was cornering Gladwin and leaving him with no choice.

Essentially, he had to either give up his forces or face death.

Gladwin glared at Xachary, and laughed furiously, “Who gave you the confidence to utter such words?

Do you really believe you can kill me?”