Celene hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think locating the descendants in Mystree is fine; everything else is an accident and can be ignored."
Shaer asked somewhat bewilderedly, "What are you thinking? Mask is, after all, a part of me."
Celene said earnestly, "Don't bards always say that life comes from a bout of intense pain? Only the birth of Mystree caused us all to feel pain.
Hahaha~"
Faced with such a cold joke, Shaer instantly fell silent. Countless small butterflies on the gold-thread hanging butterfly tree moved without the wind in a wave of coldness... She really didn't want to say another word to that crazy sister of hers.
The listening Hill could only maintain a frosty expression, focusing all his attention on the wild actions of the two kings of the divine monsters on the huge screen.
