Chapter 815

The expressions on Emory and Normand's faces instantly changed, becoming extremely ugly.

Theophilus walked out, noticing besides Tiffany waiting outside, there were two more middle-aged men in grey robes with an extraordinary aura.

One had a dignified face, with eyes sharp as an eagle's, coldly staring at Theophilus.

He glanced over, frowning.

The man staring at him radiated an incredibly strong presence, filled with hostility, seemingly eager to kill him.

"Young Master Theophilus, these are the second elder Emory and the eighth elder Normand." Tiffany introduced from the side.

"Second Elder Emory." Theophilus paused slightly, his expression unchanging as he looked towards the middle-aged man with a powerful aura.

Emory's stature was towering, his aura extraordinary, and his eyes sharp, standing there like a hawk about to soar into the skies, exuding a breath of ruthless ferocity.

Emory was older than