Road to the Emperor

"Teacher, I personally disagree."

Rayne's words had barely fallen when the Soul Saint Wizards all turned to look at him, their expressions extraordinary, as if they had witnessed the most inconceivable thing in the world. Even Duke of Purple Flame and Black Robe Duke, who had been acting as though the matter had nothing to do with them, abruptly turned their heads toward Rayne, who stood at the end of the long table.

"Rayne, do you know what you're saying?" Dean Sabra asked in disbelief.

He had worked hard for over four hundred years to enter the High Council, and had finally achieved his wish. He knew how difficult it had been. From last night until now, Ansiwodoss had engaged Grey Eagle and Redstone in several rounds of confrontation during the council meeting, expending a great deal of effort. Sabra himself had cast an affirmative vote, and the resolution had only barely passed.

Now Rayne actually didn't know how to cherish the opportunity and was refusing it?

Sabra truly couldn't understand.

He had always been extremely grateful to Rayne for saving his life, so he hurriedly reminded him to change his answer. "Don't miss this rare opportunity. Did you hear incorrectly?"

Kailstone, who sat across from Dean Sabra, frowned and looked coldly at Rayne, though he couldn't conceal the astonishment in his heart.

Rayne met his gaze.

In that instant, the Soul Eye and Omni-Mind Manifestation collided, but neither side obtained any useful information.

The corner of Kailstone's mouth twitched slightly, and his expression returned to its usual indifference and calm.

"Thank you, Dean Sabra. I didn't hear incorrectly." As he answered Sabra, Rayne's gaze returned to his teacher. He noticed that his teacher had been watching him all along. Those wise eyes were now filled with complicated emotions, seeming