"Smack!"
The precious teacup shattered against the floor, smashed to pieces.
Wyrella Holt's eyes flew wide open, anger blazing in them as if it could swallow the heavens: "Say that again!"
"Reporting to Madam, His Majesty replied that he's heard of True Sage Grand Void, but he has never heard of, much less seen, any Sunset Star Lord."
Wyrella Holt's face turned ashen: "So we were deceived. That person isn't any Sunset Star Lord, and he absolutely isn't a Quasi-Saint?"
The subordinate didn't dare make a sound, standing properly below her, waiting for her orders.
Wyrella Holt paced two circles on the spot: "That brat impersonated a Quasi-Saint, but then how did he, right under the noses of so many Great Land Prime Immortals, silently whisk Garlan Parrish out from within the Sealing Formation?"
