Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Why couldn’t that hand be theirs?
Since Cordelia insisted on staying, Emrys could only smile wryly. When she was not paying attention, he secretly cast his magic.
“Be good. I will resolve the issue quickly,” Emrys said softly.
This time, Cordelia didn’t resist. Instead, she nodded. A hint of confusion surfaced in her clear eyes.
Upon seeing the situation, Richard and Lydia were overjoyed, believing that their daughter had finally come to her senses.
Lydia hurriedly pulled Cordelia away. Before stepping out, she deliberately turned back to glance at Emrys, sneering coldly as
she said, “Young man, don’t accuse me of being heartless. As your elder, I advise you to sincerely apologize. Perhaps then, you
might be able to save your life.”
Having said that, they left.
The hall fell silent for a moment.
Erwin settled back into his grand armchair, crossing his legs and gazing at Emrys with the aura of someone superior. He lightly
tapped his fingers on the armrest and said, “You don’t need me to teach you what to do, do you?”
His voice was not loud, slightly deep, and carried a unique dominance belonging to a martial artist.
He was imposing!
Erwin had dominated Jazona by taking action only once over twenty years ago.
However, once was enough.

Ever since that incident, all the major powers in Jazona knew that Erwin was a martial artist. Therefore, every time they
encountered him, they would show him respect, without the need for any extra effort. Erwin easily took control of the
underground forces in Jazona.
With just a change of expression, he could scare even the most powerful forces in Jazona.
The young man before him should be trembling in fear, begging for forgiveness.
That was what Erwin thought.
However, to his surprise, Emrys did not kneel as expected. Instead, he looked at him with a playful
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