Hearing those words, Malakor Harrington remained silent for a few seconds before slowly turning his attention toward the three Seventh Order cultivators standing in the sky. The expression on his face had become extremely cold, and the little interest he had shown earlier had completely disappeared.
"You see, these two women that this lowlife was trying to kill or take away are my grandson's future wives. And when it comes to my family, I have no sense of reasoning. I have no sense of responsibility. And I sure do not give a fucking damn what you guys do. Just keep one thing in mind. The more you do here, the more you will get back in return." Malakor Harrington replied in an extremely cold tone while looking directly into the eyes of the three Seventh Order cultivators.
