Daniel Wilson stood up, his indifferent pupils scanning around the surroundings.
In an instant, those caught in his gaze stopped their quarrels.
The entire Great Hall once again descended into silence.
The might of Daniel, even the Taylor family Supreme Elder and others did not dare to defy.
"Ethan Smith, do you have dissatisfaction with my arrangements?"
He spoke calmly, like the pressure of a mountain fell upon Ethan Smith.
"First, the Treasure mentioned by the Ksitigarbha King is the Nine-lives Coffin, not the Judge's Pen. Second, those joining the Human Guarding Alliance are doing so voluntarily, agreeing with the Alliance's principles. If The Alliance wishes to forcibly station people, they should not obstruct should someone want to leave. Third, go to hell, you old bastard! Go eat shit!"
The response to these three matters fell like a boulder into the water.
Especially the third matter, which pushed Ethan Smith to the brink of tolerance.
