War was inevitable, and Eryke knew it in his heart. If he killed the young master of the Million Gold Sect and they chose not to hold him responsible, then where would their sect's dignity go?
In other factions, even if a son was slain, the father might not seek vengeance if the enemy was overwhelmingly powerful. But within the Orthodox faction, things were entirely different from the rest.
It was a matter of principle, and if Eryke wasn't punished, the sect could even lose its standing as one of the top three powers.
Eryke understood the weight of the situation all too well, and he knew he might have to face the full force of the sect itself.
But was he afraid?
"Not in a million years." He scoffed.
Hand in hand with Geneva, they walked through the streets and soon arrived at Mount Hua Sect.
Right at the gates, the Sect Leader stood waiting with a bitter expression. "I…"
