Lord Tzivya specifically stressed the words “Chosen One”. Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

A small frown creased Adinaʼs forehead. The atmosphere in the hall grew tense almost instantly.

Lord Tzivya rose from her seat and took a glance around her. “All of us have been busy helping the Haurvatat Temple with the issue of the Chosen One that has snuck into the Great Historial Land.

“How would we have time to abduct anyone? Moreover, it’s the Yin governor you are talking about.”

The others seemed to agree with Lord Tzivyaʼs statement as they nodded and continued murmuring.

Adina had a bad feeling about this. She slowly stepped down from the podium whilst releasing her aura. It created immense pressure on the others and made them quiet down.

“I’ll get straight to the point,” Adina said in a steely voice, “Hand over the Yin governor, or none of you will be leaving this place today. The temples you’re affiliated to will also face terrible calamities as well.”

A commotion broke ou