Soren Phoenix didn't seem to care about Malachi Arcanus's words; on the contrary, he laughed aloud, "Well said! Those old fools really do deserve a lesson."
With a flick of his fiery red sleeve, he rose to his feet, peach-blossom eyes narrowing dangerously. "Come, your clan leader will show you an amusing spectacle."
As soon as he finished, he was striding out of the side hall in great strides.
Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus exchanged a glance, but said nothing and followed behind him in turn.
As for the children, the Phoenix Clan's female slaves were watching over them, so they had nothing to worry about.
They followed Soren Phoenix to the forbidden area behind the mountain.
From afar they saw several elders garbed in intricate feather robes, each one a witch, elder, or priest of the tribe.
At the head stood Quillon Phoenix, the Phoenix Clan's High Priest, his face twisted in grief and anger, beard and hair as white as snow.
