"But, Mitra..." Lan'er couldn't bear it. Even now, he was still thinking about the Desire Sect Follower who had been helping him from the very beginning.
"Mitra?"
Old Ernst cursed, even more furious, "Have you lost your mind? Still thinking about that woman at a time like this? Once Caster returns to the clan, what kind of woman couldn't you have? Idiot!"
"I..."
"Lord Lan'er, you really are quite stupid."
Just then, a lazy voice came from the side, its soft tones seeming to carry a certain allure.
"Who? Mitra?" A smile crept onto Lan'er's face when he saw who it was. He coughed and said, "I can forgive your recent disrespect. You..."
"Shut up!"
Old Ernst was not as happy to see her. When Mitra appeared, a sense of foreboding washed over him. He barked, "Melendez, Levi..."
Two Shadow Killers emerged from the shadow at his feet and charged toward Mitra.
"Father!?"
