Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1620

“Levi’s wisdom shines bright!” Envoy Azure complimented.

As another night of competition ended, various factions and individuals

began to unwind. Some relaxed, while those still in the midst of competition

grasped the chance to rest.

However, there was someone who stood out from the rest.

With a firm grip on his sword, he slipped into a room at an ordinary inn

without making any sound.

Despite the silence, the old man sitting in the room was aware of his

presence and spoke with his eyes shut. “Yosef, you’ve finally come to visit

me?”

Yosef emerged from the darkness.

Despite his pristine appearance, his eyes had lost their sparkle. He was no

longer resembling the vibrant youth he once was.

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The old man asked him with closed eyes. “You’ve approached me, implying

that you have something on your mind. Why not share your thoughts?”

Then Yosef locked his gaze on him, gritting his teeth as he inquired. “Old

godfather, why? I’ve faithfully served you for two decades, but you’ve never

imparted martial arts to me. Instead, you decided to pass on the Art of

Adaptability to Emmanuel. Why?”

The old godfather didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he slowly opened his

eyes.

aged gaze was as deep as an endless

understood yet?”

Yosef clenched his teeth. His frustration seeped

his grandfather and father were

already judged me because

old godfather didn’t respond directly, instead posing

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“Am I wrong?”

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wrong! Utterly wrong!” Yosef’s voice rose with indignation. “Your lack

has shrouded me in darkness, leading to my current

old godfather’s expression remained unchanged as

truly what

vehemently. “As the old godfather

and pass

will also trust me. Queenie wouldn’t

rather than

old godfather looked at him with a hint of a smile

you’re saying does make some sense,

fists.

a long sigh

truly my most

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to find the right path! However, you should understand

approval that will lead you there. It’s your

that will earn

a clang, Yosef finally drew his sword. With anger in his

the old

favoritism towards Emmanuel!”

remained unperturbed. “Perhaps he

of my

reason?” Yosef roared, and his eyes blazed with

gulp down alcohol outside

the master

of butterflies, attracted by the scent

the room, spreading fragrant