"Listen, I don't govern this world anymore, my daughter did it for me out of her will. I know my daughter, she had different objectives right behind her eyes the moment she wanted to wore the mantle that I've earned painstakingly," the old man chuckled.
"However, seeing my own daughter that is ruthless and cold-blooded, having beautiful auburn hair and the figure of a goddess, even her own mather pale in comparison... I couldn't help but feel blessed. Now, this is the extent of my patience, your choice, I don't mind ending Nistan's army right here and now, your boss still calls me older brother!"
The old patriarch heard the speech, all of the sect leaders did. He knew the old man before him was not the type to be all talk, the latter bite and he bit hard.
"P-please, let's not rashly jump to a conclusion here."
