968: As Well?

As Well?

0Chrysanthemum large brown eyes trembled with rage. "Coward!"

When had she ever been so blatantly ignored by anyone? And so publicly at that? On top of her having just suffered a loss? How could she allow such a thing to slide?

"Who are you?" Anak's voice sounded out, reminiscent of an earthquake shattering the lands. It was hard to believe that such a voice came from a young man less than 50 years old.

Despite the waves crashing through Anak's chest, his features were completely calm, as though nothing was happening to him. However, despite his calm appearance, it wasn't long before those around began to notice the trembling of the clansmen behind him.

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