"Young master, young master, what do we do?"
The A-tier panicked, his feigned calm from previously unable to restrain his anxiety. He would usually try to be more composed, but this was too much.
They were watching decades of effort slip away.
No, that only represented the effort of Rhykan alone, but how many Purvon in the past had laid the foundation so that he could soar today? They had climbed up from the rankings of the weakest Thryskai to get to where they were today, and now they were about to lose all of that?
Rhykan didn't reply.
"He won't do it, right? He knows better… that must be it," the A-tier mumbled to himself.
"Elder Sun," Rhykan said calmly.
The A-tier froze, gripping his fists to stop his hands from trembling.
However, what Rhykan said next left Elder Sun stunned. Rather than a punishment like he was expecting, it was something completely different.
