Before Damien could react, Olivia seized his hand and in a flash, they both flickered away, reappearing on the riverbank. A deafening explosion, a cacophony of bangs and kabooms, rent the tranquil air as the once-white boat disintegrated into a fiery maelstrom of wreckage.
"Mahavira, what is the meaning of this?" Olivia inquired, her gaze piercing like daggers.
"Both you and I are aware that we have some unresolved matters. To commence, you can return my Five-Carat Shadow Stone, and I shall be out of your hair, allowing your delightful date to proceed uninterrupted," the monk stated with an inscrutable smile. "Consider this, he is a charming man, but in terms of strength, he falls quite short." He cast a wry glance in Damien's direction, who offered a knowing grin in return.
Infuriated, Olivia roared at the top of her lungs, "Dare to threaten my husband in my presence, and today, I shall send you to meet your Buddha!"
