The Choice of the Tyson Family
"I'm sorry, but the Tyson family would rather die standing than live kneeling."
Wren Tyson let out a heavy, cold snort.
His voice echoed throughout the reception hall like a blade striking stone.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Outside the windows, sunlight still illuminated the estate grounds, but inside the hall, the air seemed to have grown several degrees colder.
Every member of the Tyson Family unconsciously straightened their backs.
Several younger disciples clenched their fists.
Fear existed.
Of course it did.
The man standing before them was a mid-Gold Realm monster.
Yet some things mattered more than fear.
Wren's gaze slowly shifted toward Elder Smith as he continued speaking.
"Sorry to trouble you, Elder Smith."
His words were polite.
His eyes, however, carried expectations.
After all, Voidspring Mountain had maintained close ties with the Tyson Family for many years.
