The First Heir

Villa Master Turner snorted and said, “That arrogant brat! He’s hitting the Terrain Villa in the face! I’m the master of Terrain Villa, and I represent the entire Northern supernatural disciple world. If I lower myself to attend his banquet, wouldn‘t it be a joke?”

Of course, Cyril understood Villa Master Turner’s concerns, but the facts were right in front of him. If they did not attend, they would offend Mr. Clarke, and the consequences would be equally unimaginable.

This banquet was actually a test!

Whoever refused to bow down would be remembered by the other party!

“Villa Master Turner, take it easy. The current situation is no longer under our control. The other party must have the confidence to issue such an invitation. If we refuse to attend at this time, the other party will definitely take notice of us. Later, we might even suffer some repercussions that we don’t want to see happen. So, we still have to go,” Cyril said.

Turner’s face was sullen as he clenched his fists bitterly and said, “Did you say just now that Leon Jefferson had met Mr. Clarke one step ahead

there. From what Mr. Clarke said, he and Leon are old

‘Old acquaintances?’

frown. In that case, it was not

do you think Mr. Clarke will really make the decision to unify the Northern supernatural disciple world for

not sure about this. But I do know that it won’t be that easy for Mr. Clarke to unify the North and South supernatural disciple world. Many disciple families will attend the banquet tonight. At that time, if he insists

thinking about it, he sighed and said, “In that case,

the same thought as you, so I contacted them on my way back. I think they should

outside the door walked in and said with a bow, “Villa Master Turner, Villa