Ethan had indeed clashed with the commander of the Heavenly Palace before.
Back then, the friction had been open and undisguised.
And now—
It was clear that someone had come to settle accounts.
"Mr. Ethan," Elara's voice came through the jade token again, anxious yet controlled, "why don't you find a place to hide for now? I'll think of a way to send Zeph away first, then I'll come look for you."
Before Ethan could reply, a cold, mocking laughter echoed through the jade token.
"Hahaha… Miss Elara, half the time has already passed."
The voice was arrogant, lazy, and full of malice.
It was Zeph.
"If you still refuse to reveal Ethan's whereabouts, don't blame me for being rude."
"I'm different from those hypocrites outside. I do have tolerance for beautiful women—but that tolerance has limits."
"If you make me impatient…"
Zeph paused deliberately, his tone lowering.
"Don't blame me for destroying you."
