"Morgana, it's over. Surrender." Aman among them stepped forward with his arms folded across his chest, his voice echoing with an arrogance that dripped with certainty, as though the outcome had already been sealed and he alone dictated the fate of all present.
Robin's brows furrowed sharply. That man was no ordinary cultivator—his aura alone revealed him to be at least a mid-level Nexus State. In fact, Robin would not have been surprised if he proved to be high-level, a monster whose attacks could shatter mountains and reduce armies to dust.
"You have no right to call me by that name." The Shepherdess' black brows drew together, her voice like cold iron.
"And who does, then? Your brother, your mother, your father? Your family? Where are they now?" The man's lips curled into a smile laden with venomous meaning. "Names exist so the living may speak them aloud, not so the dead may drag them with them into the grave!"
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