Peak Master Porus gripped the collar of the Poison Clan patriarch, his eyes burning with a cold fury that had hidden for years. He didn't say a word as he began dragging the man's broken body across the stone paths of the Rising Sun Peak.
Each step was deliberate, the sound of the poison clan patriarch's fearful cries filled the path.
Kent, standing beside his golden chariot, made a move to follow, but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him. It was the Old Patriarch, his gaze intense yet calm.
"Let him handle this on his own. Porus has suffered for years—ever since the calamity that took the lives of those twelve hundred disciples. This is his burden to bear. It would be better if he do it solo."
Kent turned his head to the Old Patriarch, his expression serious. "I understand. But while he deals with this, I have a request. If you don't mind, I'd like a favor from you."
