Upon hearing this news, Vance Johansson's expression shifted dramatically.
An uneasy sensation crept through his chest.
"Got it." Vance dismissed the matter with a wave.
Yet the steward remained rooted in place, wearing an uncomfortable grin.
Vance's brow furrowed as he snapped, "I said I got it. Are you deaf?"
The steward stammered awkwardly, "The master... demands your immediate presence."
"I fucking heard you!" Vance snatched a decorative piece from the table and hurled it!
Given Vance's Peak Grandmaster Realm strength, even his casual throw packed devastating force!
The steward's face went white. His abilities couldn't handle dodging such an attack!
Suddenly, a brilliant flash erupted and pulverized the ornament completely.
"What's this? Can't follow my orders anymore?" A man in his forties materialized at the doorway.
At the sight of this figure, Vance scrambled to his feet, stammering anxiously, "Dad..."
