No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the Warchant Dean dismissed it; he noticed that this enchanting woman bore some similarities to them—she was equally discordant, almost as if...she was out of place in this city and this world.
She was a strong figure from the Ghastly Realm.
And she was not a fourth-level Superhuman, but at a higher rank, like them, she had used some means to arrive at the pinnacle of strength on Blue Star.
"Lady of Snakes?"
Rose Dean tentatively spoke up.
The enchanting woman smiled lightly and did not deny it, "So it is the Rose Dean of Sword Flower City. The person beside you must be...Rose Dean's attendant, right?"
Warchant Dean: "???"
But he was not one to be swayed by a few words; he wouldn't frown at this moment even if they regarded him as Rose's dog, much less her attendant.
A great man knows when to pick his battles.
Don't even try to sow discord, you seductress!
