The old man did not even glance at Thranduil. A terrifying aether pressure belonging to the peak of the fourth tier erupted directly from him.
The clan representatives who had been echoing Thranduil like shadows just moments ago were all crushed back into their chairs by that pressure, not daring to so much as breathe loudly.
Thranduil held out for two seconds before his legs gave way, and he dropped heavily back into his seat, his face ugly beyond measure.
"Elonore's matter ends here." Before everyone, Elvin directly hammered down the final verdict. "Where that girl chooses to stay is her own business. No one is allowed to interfere. If anyone has objections, go speak to Master Su yourselves."
The old man had kicked the ball away cleanly.
No one spoke. An entire table of elves played deaf and dumb.
"Meeting adjourned." Elvin issued the order to leave.
The elven politicians filling the room felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They hurriedly scrambled out of their chairs and strode out of the council hall, afraid that being too slow would draw that human's attention.
In the blink of an eye, only Su Li and Elvin remained in the meeting room.
Elvin walked over to the luxurious wine cabinet beside them and, for the first time ever, took out a dust-covered crystal bottle. He poured two glasses of pure amber liquor.
The old man came over and pushed one of the glasses before Su Li.
"Kid, satisfied with the show I put on for you?" The wrinkles on Elvin's face all spread out as he smiled like an old farmer whose scheme had succeeded.
This old fox had treated his own granddaughter as bait from the very beginning. He knew Su Li's temperament all too well—he would never release