Not everything should be resolved with violence

Mathias Mills was sitting in his carriage with his hand bracing his head. A flash of anger could be seen on his tanned face, his sharp gaze stared at the lines of the tree they were passing by. In front of him, a middle-aged woman was pouring him tea. Despite the black cloak covering her face, her movements weren't interrupted by the cloak at all.

"Drink this tea, Sect Leader, it'll soothe your anger," the woman said, if one was to look closely, they could see the burn mark within those shadows of the cloak.

"Nothing can soothe my anger, Ella" Gritting his teeth, Mathias answered.

"Well, something should, before we make it to the Sunrise sect, Sect Leader" Without letting the tea go to waste, Ella took a sip instead of giving him.