His aide and the other trusted guards stepped forward, their hands moving toward their weapons as if ready to subdue Han Soi on the spot.
The temple servants nearby immediately bowed their heads and shut their mouths.
They knew who they were dealing with.
This man was the Master of the Winged Serpent Clan, a legendary warrior whose status was only slightly below the Emperors of the four great empires.
He was a power that even princes feared to offend.
But Han Soi didn't flinch.
He let out a harsh, mocking scoff.
"Are you really saying this to me? You were the one who tried to set the clan against her. You made sure her life was a struggle."
"Do you honestly believe you left a good impression? I'm telling you now...she will never return to the Winged Serpent Clan, and neither will my son."
Han Soi bit his tongue in agitation, his heart racing.
He remembered the suffering Yue Yue had endured because of his family's coldness.
