"Transcendents?!" Halya Kanevsky frowned, her gaze still icy.
She wanted to kill Braydon Neal but wasn't sure if it was the right move.
Lord McAvoy, standing by, wouldn't take any chances.
Who knew what kind of person Halya truly was?
With a transcendent expert by Braydon's side, Halya paused.
"Let my father go," she said coldly. "From now on, we'll be done with each other. We won't meet again!"
"No!" Braydon refused without hesitation.
"You've tortured him for years—hasn't that been enough?" Halya's voice grew colder.
"You still don't understand why I slaughtered the entire immortal realm and suppressed all the transcendents," Braydon said, shaking his head.
"It's all because you love to kill," Halya sneered. "You destroyed the immortal realm just to get revenge on the immortal race."
