A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6229

Inside the great hall, the air turned even heavier in an instant.

Godric's face locked for a beat.

The color in it kept shifting, green to white, while the fire in his chest surged higher and higher.

Even so, he forced it back down.

He bent slightly again, lowering himself even further.

When he spoke, his tone came out more humble than before, with open remorse and admission of fault.

"Back then... I was arrogant and full of myself. I spoke without restraint and lost my head for a moment. That was the only reason I said such disgraceful things. My lord, please be generous enough not to lower yourself to my level. I ask that you forgive the offense born of my ignorance back then."

"Forgive you?"

Aurelius repeated it softly.

Then he let out a light chuckle.

It wasn't loud, but it carried cleanly through the entire great hall.

"Lord Godric, you give my words too much weight. What you said back then wasn't entirely without reason. You could even call it the truth.

The Celestial Basilica has always kept to one corner and held fast to Saintlight Peak. We were never like your Celestial Palace, commanding the winds and clouds across the Fourteenth Firmament, sweeping through every direction, glorious and untouchable, full of style and force."

He paused there.

Then his gaze slowly dropped from Godric's face to the battered, ragged Celestial Palace disciples standing behind him.

That gaze passed over them one by one.

Every Celestial Palace disciple it landed on lowered their head at once, not daring to meet his eyes.

Aurelius still sounded warm.

Under that warmth, though, something sharp enough to cut and cold enough to freeze had settled in.

"It's just... there's something I'm curious about."

"Your Celestial Palace was so mighty, so imposing, calling the winds and summoning the clouds across the Fourteenth Firmament.

So how did all that calling and shouting leave you looking like this instead?"

"Back then, you had thousands of elites. Now you're down to two hundred broken survivors.

Back then, the Celestial Palace stood tall. Now you don't even have a home.

Back then, the Hall Master who lorded over everyone had to be begged with caution. Now you've come all the way to the Celestial Basilica to ask for shelter."

"That's a hell of a fall before and after all this. I truly can't make sense of it."

The moment those words left his mouth,

the Basilica's Guardian Elders at Aurelius's sides finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha—!"

"Hall Master, you nailed it. I was wondering the same thing. The Celestial Palace was supposed to be so mighty, so how'd it end up this miserable?"

"When I came in just now, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The Hall Master of the Celestial Palace, a figure who used to shake an entire region, and he only brought a little over two hundred beaten stragglers with him? What Hall Master? This looks like a pack of refugees running for their lives."

"Tsk, tsk. Look at that. Back then you had all the swagger in the world, pointing at the Celestial Basilica and cursing us like we were worthless. And now? Now you came here on your own to beg us to take you in. Things really do turn. The Heavenly Law really does come back around."

"Where'd all that pride go? Where'd all that arrogance go? Why aren't you acting so wild anymore?"

The laughter was harsh, loud, and completely unchecked.

The mockery came sharp, mean, and without a shred of restraint.

Line after line, it hit like the sharpest blades, driving straight into Godric's chest and into the chest of every disciple behind him.

Godric's face kept changing color, green to white, red to black. It looked awful.

His hands locked into fists so tight the knuckles turned white.

His nails bit deep into his palms. Pain flashed through him, and threads of blood slid slowly through his fingers and dripped onto the bright holy jade floor, glaring against the light.

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