"The truth is I was actually poisoned all those years ago.
If nothing changed I would actually have died a gruesome death a few years into seclusion but the only difference between me and your dog of a father is that I still have a pair of good Sons!"
Hearing Grand Patriarch Jarred's reply, Nolan's face went purple in rage!
"Brother Mahan! surely, you can deal with this old bag of bones!
He's just an old fart that just refuses to die, his power should be nothing to someone like you!"
But unlike what Nolan had been expecting, Elder Mahan wasn't quick ac, in fact, it seemed like he was even hesitating to take action!
Turning his head towards Elder Mahan, Grand Patriarch Jarred spoke,
"I actually have a bone to pick with you, Elder Mahan
I enter seclusion for a few years and everyone and their dog thinks they can bully my sons!
Not to mention that you even have the balls to try and touch my Grandchildren!