"I am responsible for protecting the safety of Her Majesty the Saint. Naturally, I cannot let her be bullied," Jasper said coldly, standing firm and resolute, shielded by an aura of duty and loyalty.
Ethan met his gaze unflinchingly. The words held weight—not merely empty bravado.
"Ethan," Jasper continued, voice like the cutting edge of a blade, "I admit you are strong, but His Highness is your sect's saint after all. Your words have crossed a line."
Jasper's tone was measured but pointed, carrying the weight of years spent watching Seraphina grow from a hopeful disciple to the sect's saint.
Despite Seraphina's recent setbacks and inner struggles, Jasper remained loyal.
Ethan's harsh sarcasm threatened to break her spirit, risking a fragile Taoist heart. This concern lingered beneath Jasper's cold exterior.
