"Mere possession of your father's Skyrend Sword doesn't make you strong, kiddo. Back in the day, this sword in your father's hand could cleave the heavens." Morgan looked at Isaac with a cold sneer.
Donovan clutched his chest, pointed at Morgan, and gasped coldly, "Traitor, you have no right to speak of Lord Gael now. I advise you to leave quickly. Lady Rose will be here soon."
Hearing this, Isaac and Hera were taken aback.
Is Rose coming?
But then Morgan burst into laughter as he said, "You tricked me once with that line, and now you‘re trying it again? So what if that old woman really shows up? I'm General Yule, and she can't kill me!" Morgan boasted with his hands behind his back, stepping forward toward Isaac and the others.
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