Ajin Pardo was not naive like Denise Tubble. He knew several fortunate encounters were definitely needed to achieve this quality of spiritual energy.
In the stone pavilion, Elder Song's expression darkened slightly, fury flashing deep within his eyes as they locked onto Ezra Zephyr like an eagle. The former had originally planned on stomping all over Elder Lo's faction today, but as it was about to succeed, Ezra had swooped in and made a mess.
Ezra's thunder-like strike also made the mouths of Elder Lo's disciples hang wide open. They looked at each other, and then rubbed their eyes, a little unable to believe what had just happened.
They were already prepared to accept the most cruel of outcomes, and would never have expected such a sudden twist.
"Hell yeah!" Someone besides Elder Lo cried. It was not Mubarak but James Endoro, the same 2nd disciple who hated Ezra. But at this moment, they both were on the same page.