In the West, within a manor, a young man with shoulder-length brown hair was brandishing a long sword. With each of his movements, waves of Sword Qi sprayed in all directions, vanishing into the Void.
Not far from him, twelve men stood, their eyes bright and piercing.
All of them were young, appearing to be in their early thirties, but they possessed an extremely formidable aura.
"What is Vanessa's attitude?" the man stopped his motion and suddenly asked.
He reined in his aura and walked toward the twelve men. Despite his calmness, he exuded an authority that was terrifying.
"Vanessa has not objected, but Flos has gone to Xuan Country," one of them spoke up, answering the young man's question.
This was Arthur, his blue eyes carried a hint of a cold smile as he said lightly, "It seems Vanessa is still unwilling to marry me and intends to escape to Xuan Country temporarily."
"Your Majesty, shall we pressure them?" the man who answered Arthur's question asked.
