The sound of the storm, including the rainwater crashing down off the eaves of the buildings, filled the hall. As a result, Xu Qing’s voice sounded even more majestic. Lightning crashed, sending a flash of light inside, and framing Xu Qing as he stood there. His shadow... stretched out to completely cover Sir Vilespirit! It became a mighty pressure!1

Sir Vilespirit had no choice but to take the fluctuations very seriously. He looked up at the young lord. He had not predicted this outcome. There were many people he assumed might come to him this night, but he hadn’t even considered the possibility that it would be Young Lord Aurora, who, up to this point, had not acted strangely in any way. What was more, the young lord’s words struck him to the core like a sharp blade.0

As countless thoughts spun in his head, he spoke in a hoarse voice. “I’m afraid I don’t quite understand what you mean, Young Lord.”0

His eyes shone threateningly as he looked at the person standing in front of him.0

“You don’t understand?”...0