บท 59: The Great Hustle of the Thirteen Clans (3)

A/N: super long chapter ahead...

It didn't even take 15 minutes for the elders and Luis' trusted subordinates to come. 

After a few rounds of apologies and pacifying the frustrated Olyn, they all moved on to settle themselves in their respective seats.

The same seats that Luis ordered the earth power sentinels to make at the last minute. 

On the newly repaired stage, there lie three special seats. The one in the center appears to be the most intimidating with its wide and tall backrest and curved armrest. The design is simple just like the other two but at a glance, it is obvious it is meant for the extraordinary presence of today, the moon elf lord.

Luis sat there with his short legs swinging from time to time. His fingers gently caressed the white chick who was comfortably resting on his lap, totally unbothered by the alternate motions from his two swinging legs.

"Seems like you are getting too comfortable in a short time, little birdie?"