Xylon Phoenix's expression shifted between anger and calm, but finally he withdrew the Phoenix True Fire, his voice low and dangerous: "What exactly do you want?"
Soren Phoenix slowly took back the Illusion Leaf from his fingertips, the corners of his lips curling in a teasing smirk: "It's simple. I want Father to give up any thoughts of revenge against The Wolf Tribe. Not a single hair on their heads is to be touched, not even in secret."
"Impossible!"
Xylon Phoenix slammed his palm down and shattered the Jade Platform beside him, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, as he growled: "They killed your sister. Blood must be repaid with blood."
Even killing that filthy bitch would be too good for her—how could it be let go so easily?
Soren wasn't surprised by his reaction—he'd expected it all along. He sneered coldly: "So Father wants all of Aetheria to know that you drove your lawful wife to her death for the sake of a mistress?"
