Muhammad Qasim Bin Abdul Karim Novels & Stories

James was momentarily stunned by the news. “It’s me.” Qasim stepped forward, his gaze icy as he surveyed James. “I am an elder from the Tactir House. I find your cultivation base low, and I consider you unfit to assume the position of the Head of Tempris House. I intend to challenge you. Rest assured. I won’t exploit the situation. I shall suppress my cultivation rank to the Permanence Boundless Rank for our confrontation.” James scrutinized Qasim, employing his Zen perception to gain insights.

His dark onyx eyes twinkle from the lights that highlight his freckled complexion, and thick deep brown hair in a crew cut. Applause goes up, and the man waves, looking nervous. He then grabs the mic, and static screams across the room subtly. Qasim Assad (In Modern Arabic): Thank you all for attending this year's nobles' ball, in conjunction with the Carlton Black Initiative. A chorus of applause rises, and the room is further punctuated by incessant chatter. All intrigued by the handsome young man, with the sultry Algerian accent. Karim Abdel: He's a shy one.

Things like that are not easy to get over. He skimmed through the information he had about Muhammed Raymond and his companions. He was a Pakistani army officer of high rank. He fought alongside American forces as an ally during Operation Desert Storm. He was awarded a prestigious medal and is rumored to be very close to the Major General who helped overthrow the Pakistani president in 1999. In short, there are quite a few powerful people in the man's guild.