Jared chance novel Chapter 6232

Behind Godric, the Celestial Palace disciples flared all over again.

Their eyes burned so hot it looked like fire might spill out at any second. Their bodies shook hard, and every one of them looked ready to rush forward and stake everything in one desperate charge.

But when they looked at their Hall Master's back, in the end, none of them dared move.

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

His voice came out 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 bent deeply again.

He bowed all the way down and offered a full formal salute in thanks for the favor.

"Good."

Aurelius nodded, satisfied.

Then he gave a light wave of his hand, his tone flat and distant.

"You may leave. I'll have an Elder Enforcer make arrangements for where you'll stay, your food and clothing, and your duties. From today on, keep to your place, do what you're supposed to do, and don't cause trouble."

"Thank you, Hall Master."

Godric bowed once more in salute.

Then he backed away slowly, one step at a time, and withdrew from the great hall with full respect.

Behind him, the two hundred-plus Celestial Palace disciples all lowered their heads as well.

They followed after Godric in silence, carrying the weight of that humiliation and grief, and stepped out of the hall one by one.

They left behind the place that had ground them down and marked itself into memory for the rest of their lives.

The moment they walked out of the Basilica Hall,

Godric slowly lifted his head and looked up at the sky.

Above the Luminous Sanctuary, the sky was a clear, pure blue.

Holy radiance drifted through it, bright and sacred, so beautiful it could make a man stop where he stood.

But inside him, everything had sunk darker, colder, and heavier than ever.

It was like a mountain had settled over his chest.

Humiliation. Grief. Rage. Hatred...

It all twisted together until it nearly swallowed him whole.

He said nothing.

He did not look back.

He only kept walking in front, one step after another, heading toward the most remote and lowest part of Saintlight Peak, down at the mountain foot.

Behind him, the Celestial Palace disciples followed step for step, just as silent.

There was no sound from them.

No crying. No complaints.

Only the heavy sound of footsteps kept rising along the mountain path.

At last, the group reached a quiet stretch of the mountain path where nobody else was around.

One of the younger Celestial Palace disciples finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

He suddenly rushed forward and dropped to his knees in front of Godric with a thud.

Tears burst out of his eyes on the spot, and when he spoke, his voice caught hard, raw with grief and rage.

"Hall Master! Why?! Why do we have to suffer this kind of humiliation?! We of the Celestial Palace have never bowed to anyone, even in death! We'd rather die on the battlefield than be humiliated like this, than have our dignity trampled into the dirt!"

The others crowded around too.

Every face was tight, every pair of eyes red, every voice shaking as they pressed in.

"That's right, Hall Master! The Celestial Basilica never treated us like people at all! They killed Elder Shaw, mocked us every way they could, and now they want to send us to the mountain foot to do servant work and patrol duty! This isn't taking us in. They're treating us like slaves!"

"Hall Master, let's rise up! Let's fight them to the end! Instead of crawling on like this and living in disgrace, we'd be better off going all out in one real battle. Even if we die, at least we'll die with our dignity intact!"

"Hall Master! Just give the order! We're willing to follow you and fight to the very end!"

Godric stopped.

Then he slowly turned around.

He looked at the young faces in front of him.

He looked at what burned in their eyes—the bitterness, the refusal, the grievance, the fury—and something inside him pulled so hard it almost seemed to cave in his chest.

These disciples were the future of the Celestial Palace.

They should have been standing tall.

They should have been the ones others looked up to.

They should have had wide-open futures ahead of them.

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