Nia Mitchell stood there silently, rolling her eyes in contempt. "Did you summon me using such methods just to have this woman humiliate me?"
A barely perceptible frown touched Samuel Peary's brow; he was somewhat surprised by Nia Mitchell's sharp tongue. He slowly descended the stairs and came to stand before Nia Mitchell. "Is this how you speak to an elder?"
His voice, though not loud, carried an inherent authority, and each word seemed to strike deep into one's heart. An immense sense of pressure enveloped Nia Mitchell, yet she still refused to lower her head. "Elders should also behave like elders." If this elder isn't worthy of respect, why should I humbly bow my head?
"What do you mean by that?"
