Aloros casually spoke, instantly imprisoning Merston where she stood. He glanced at Merston:
"My dear aunt, all these years, you have remained stagnant. Your Pathway shows no progress, and with such a state, how can you defend the country well?"
"He is your brother." Merston only said, "Aloros, don't make me choose... Family conflict only leads to mutual destruction."
Aloros laughed.
He pointed at Li Aozi:
"Look at what you're saying, aunt—as you spent thirty-seven years guarding this waste. And what about me? Have you ever thought about where I've been all these years? While you enjoyed the comforts of castles and indulged in banquets, I lived a life of blades and blood."
Merston pursed her lips, feeling apologetic:
"I'm sorry, I've been searching for you, but..."
"There's no need to say more."
Aloros waved his hand, and Merston was instantly ensnared by the tangible bind of Word Spirit that wrapped around her body.
"I think you've misunderstood something."
