He smirked dismissively and ignored, instead looking at Alagina mysteriously and saying,
"You may not be aware of what a race the Phoenix Species is. There's a reason they are worshipped by the creatures of the Northern Realm as gods. They can see through the fate of the future, manipulate the present and future fate, and anyone who covets the Wutong Tree will be severely punished, even those servants loyally devoted to the Phoenix's Son are no exceptions."
"Our boss has a special purpose for seeking the legendary Wutong Tree, but you have nothing to do with this, so he didn't want you to get involved in the dispute..."
After Balzac finished speaking, Valentina, sitting in the wheelchair, nodded, her fair fingers intertwined under the small brim of her hat, and her light silver pupils were strikingly beautiful.
