Ophir's single sentence sent icy beads of sweat rolling down Slayde's jowly face.
Henry actually witnessed the Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivator's portly frame tremble—not once, but three times beneath that piercing gaze.
Should conflict erupt, Ophir, as leader of the War Tomb soldiers, held authority to act first and report later within this entire prefecture!
In less than three breaths, Slayde crumbled before the razor-sharp intensity of Ophir's stare.
With a bitter chuckle, he forced out:
"Mr. Clarke, this humble official is truly caught between a rock and a hard place..."
"You know exactly how those insufferable envoys from the Ministry of War behave when dispatched to the provinces..."
"Ever since Alan's death, that woman keeps claiming to be his widow, yet military records c
