Raminas Yoder'a Daughter (Part 2)

"I'm not leaving!"

Rasler Yoder pushed open the door and walked in, his face was still pale.

The wood-type spiritual cultivator that was brought by the Yoder family had already treated his wounds.

"Stop messing around. With your injuries, how can you still move? Your injuries shouldn't be delayed any longer. Go back and find a solution sooner," the elder advised.

"Third Uncle, I'm well aware of my injuries. Even if my arm is reattached in the future, it won't be as flexible as before," Rasler Yoder said, expressing his strong hatred towards Amalia in his eyes.

"What couldn't be done before doesn't mean it can't be done now. Don't think too much. The Yoder family will settle the score with her for your matter," the Third Uncle said with a serious expression.

"I want to stay," Rasler Yoder stubbornly insisted.