"Brayan Patel, I have nothing to do with you. Come if you want, leave if you will. What gives you the right to interfere?"
The young woman blocked by the finely dressed young man—none other than the grandson of the Great Protector of the Heavenly Sound Sect from the Mora Plane, Trenton Patel—looked at him with a frosty expression and spoke coldly.
"Haha... My fair lady, along this journey, our strengths have been about equal; I couldn't do anything to you."
"But now... My grandfather is here. As long as I get him to seal off all your Saint Origin, you'll be nothing more than a lamb ready for slaughter. I can do whatever I please!"
Brayan Patel laughed loudly, and as he spoke, a lecherous gleam appeared in his eyes.
The moment he first laid eyes on the woman before him, he had wanted her, wishing to possess her immediately!
However, her strength was on par with his. She couldn't do anything to him, and he couldn't do anything to her, leading to a deadlock...
