Soren Phoenix didn't mind Malachi Arcanus's words; instead, he laughed, "Well said. Those old relics indeed need a good lesson."
He flicked his fiery red sleeve, then stood up, his almond eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint, "Let's go. I, the Clan Leader, will show you a good spectacle."
With those words, he strode out of the side hall.
Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus exchanged a glance, said nothing, and followed him out.
As for the children, the female slaves of the Phoenix Clan would look after them, so there was no need for concern.
They followed Soren Phoenix to the forbidden area at the back of the mountain.
From afar, they saw several elders in ornate feather robes, all being the tribe's shamans, elders, priests, and others.
At the forefront, with a face full of sorrow and fury and hair as white as snow, was the High Priest of the Phoenix Clan, Quillon Phoenix.
