Jaromir Neal spoke firmly, "Braydon hesitates to enter the Spirit Sea due to lingering concerns in the outside world. Could you allow him some time to attend to these trivial matters?"
"The ancestor has decreed to welcome one person back. We cannot postpone it."
Remington Neal slowly shook his head, carrying out the ancestor's orders.
However, they seemed to overlook something crucial.
The old ancestor's decree was to welcome, not coerce.
Braydon Neal had spent half his life battling, and coercion was his greatest irritation.
The king of the northern territory remained unmoved by threats.
"I won't willingly venture into the Spirit Sea," Braydon's voice softened, "but if you insist on making me go, I will not hesitate to resist."
"Braydon!" Jaromir was taken aback, knowing the consequences of his actions would make them adversaries.
