Behind Godric, the Celestial Palace disciples flared up again.

Their eyes burned so fiercely it looked like flames might spill out at any second. Their bodies trembled, every one of them poised to rush forward and stake everything on a single, desperate charge.

But when their gazes fell on their Hall Master’s back, none of them dared move.

As for Godric, he kept his head lowered, as if he hadn’t even heard the insult hidden in those words.

His voice remained steady and respectful, without the slightest ripple.

“Thank you, my lord, for taking us in and leaving us a way to live.
I… accept this order. I have not a single word of complaint.”

As he spoke, he bowed deeply once more.