“Octavion… how could you just die like that? Your death… it was so senseless…” Quenric suddenly broke into sobs.

His wails of grief echoed through the halls, carrying an anguish so raw that nearly everyone in the Tenth Hall could hear his sorrow.

Tennyson glared at Quenric, his expression dark with fury, yet he held his tongue.

After a while, Quenric pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his eyes. Whether his tears had been genuine or not remained uncertain.

“My Lord, Jared truly deserves to die-we must avenge Octavion!” Quenric exclaimed, hastily wiping his face.

“Of course,” Tennyson said, his voice like ice. “I want you to avenge Octavion immediately. You must eliminate Jared.”

“Me?” Quenric’s eyes widened in shock. He quickly waved his hands in protest. “No, no, that won’t do. My strength is on par with Octavion’s. If he was killed, wouldn’t sending me be a suicide mission?”

you twenty thousand celestial crystals,” Tennyson said, his gaze dark and unyielding. “This is

as if to protest, but upon meeting Tennyson’s piercing stare, he knew

he turned and walked away, Tennyson watched his retreating figure, his

had indeed sent Quenric to his doom. The audacity of the man-to question and challenge his authority-was beyond belief. His death was nothing

out of the main hall, a frail old man quietly followed behind. Though his frame was thin and

Did he let Octavion go?” the old man asked in a hushed tone. “Such an act is a betrayal of the Celestial Palace. If

snapped, his eyes flashing with

elder’s face

almost impossible

so ruthless as to send his

Octavion’s lamp go out with my own eyes,” Quenric

we have no choice but to bide our time in the Tenth Hall, waiting for

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