"On behalf of our clansmen, we deeply thank Young Master Ethan for lending a hand this time. Without you, the entire Far North Ice Field would likely have plunged into chaos and panic," the crowd chimed in, cupping their hands.
"There is no need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank the Great Verdant's Princess Liora and Aaron Verdant."
"However, do you really think the matter ends here so simply?" Ethan turned his head, scanning Boren and the others. His tone was faint, and a light smile hung on his face.
"Young Master Ethan, what do you mean by that?" Boren asked.
"Very simple. Although the Moonfall Clan's operation failed this time, their ambitions will not be crushed so easily."
"Do you really think that after a plan they plotted for so many years failed just like that, they will honestly and obediently sit still for three hundred years?"
