It seemed that the moment the storm truly broke out, all the factions in Sacred Forest City would be forced to make a choice. None would be excluded.
After Su Jian appeared, the lively conversation stopped and had not started up again.
It seemed that Su Jian's reputation had long preceded him.
At that moment, the middle-aged woman who had been chatting with Ding Chengshuo said with a slightly worried tone, "Hopefully, the things we choose in the Sacred Wood Mystic Realm won't coincide with those that Su Jian wants. Otherwise, he'll force us to give them up when we come out."
Ding Chengshuo did not reply. Instead, he instinctively looked at Lin Yuan.
Normally, he would be sharing the middle-aged woman's concerns.
But now, he had become one of Lin Yuan's subordinates.
If Su Jian tried to force Ding Chengshuo to give up his plant-type fey with the Sacred Wood bloodline in front of Lin Yuan, he would be openly insulting Lin Yuan.
