The garden emanated a blue-white glow, with the cold, emotionless voice carrying the plant fragrance of the Fog Lamp Grass, drifting faintly from the front.
It startled the Druid.
On his sharply defined face, there still lingered the earlier pretense of being aloof and superior while captivating Xia Nan and giving him a mission.
But now, like his legs entwined with plant roots, he seemed as rigid as a sculpture.
The sudden change in the black-haired youth's demeanor was beyond his expectation; for a moment, he did not react and merely thought he misheard, instinctively asking:
"What did you... say?"
With dark eyes fixed on the evil Druid ahead, Xia Nan's sharp gaze swept across vital spots on his neck and heart. As he quickly formulated a combat plan in his mind, he opened his mouth slowly, speaking calmly:
