The cultivation conclave soon arrived and the entire mountain was buzzing with activity. Clan elders and strong experts from all nine gates had arrived at the first gate.
Even the traitor, Jonas Augustin, the ninth gate patriarch and the person who had made Luther's life miserable was present.
He was happily laughing and chatting with the other gate elders as if he hadn't committed any of the grave atrocious sins and he was simply just any other person making his presence for a gala.
Ella stood at the other end of the huge gathering and stared daggers at him as if she wanted to rush over to the man and kill him and mutilate him into a thousand pieces, feeding everything to her personally trained hunting dogs.
"Ella, please dear. Not now. Everything is almost..." John sighed, stopping his words of consolation. He could tell that the woman wasn't even listening to his words.
How could she? He single-handedly ruined their whole family.
