"All hail the mighty head of the South Division!"
When Evie stepped into the light, the Cherubs and other members of the group called out their greetings and got down on their knees.
Evie lifted her head. She wore a veil across her face, which made her look like a forest fairy under the delicate sunlight. She saw a number of both old and middle-aged men and women standing at the entrance at the far end.
They were the representatives from each ancient martial art sect who would be giving her congratulatory gifts. This was the law.
Isaac parked his car and took his insulation box, walking toward the steps that took him up.
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