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Ancestral Hall, Crimson Family.
Two old ladies sat on the throne above the stairs. A person was currently held in the middle of hall, with mana sealing chains restraining her body.
This girl was Synthia.
She had been caught a little while ago, and was brought here for judgement.
'Is these two old ladies the ones in charge?' Synthia looked at the two women, and thought inwardly. She didn't know how strong these women were as she couldn't sense anything from them. If she had met them at any other time, she would have thought them to be just two middle aged aunties.
But, that obviously wasn't the case. She wasn't a fool, and looking at how the person who had caught her stood behind her obediently, she could guess these two old ladies were not some ordinary people.