Emily Taylor coldly looked at the two Hemp-robed Elders, not showing any sign of backing down. Instead, her fighting spirit grew stronger.
The brows of the two Hemp-robed Elders furrowed tighter. Emily Taylor held an extraordinary status. If they hurt her, the Taylor family would definitely be furious, and it wouldn't be easy to make amends then.
However, they could not just let Ethan Smith go, as it would be unacceptable to them.
"Saintess Taylor, capturing Ethan Smith is Holy Lord Taylor Finlay's intention. Are you going to go against the wishes of your Holy Lord?" One of the elderly men brought up Finlay Taylor, trying to intimidate Emily Taylor.
But in Emily Taylor's eyes, nothing was more important than Ethan Smith.
She said coldly, "No matter whose intention it is, I won't let any of you lay a finger on Ethan Smith today!"
"Saintess Taylor, do you really want to do this?" A Hemp-robed Elder shouted angrily.
