Mick's mind went blank upon hearing his grandfather's words.
The Dark Council, The Holy See, these two colossal entities were absolute titans that stood on the Western Continent, spanning across a millennia, without anyone or any power daring to provoke their existence.
Yet today, he heard from his grandfather such an alarming thing—was the Dark Council almost annihilated?
The Holy See had been half-destroyed by Ye Ling?
What kind of joke was this? Were they shooting a movie? This was completely unscientific, okay? If someone else told him that the detestable Huaxia brat had crippled The Holy See and the Dark Council, he would've laughed out loud before slapping that idiot to death.
"So, my child, for the sake of the family, you must make sacrifices," the old man said with a slight smile, then turned and walked away.
Mick's face turned ashen. It was over; he was completely finished, which was akin to being excluded from the family's core.
