Aaron stared at Zhuoma.
This cold gaze resembled the 'disdain of a king' seen in Er Ha maintaining a calm dog face, without slobbering all over the place.
Zhuoma's expression changed slightly, and she stepped back two steps with resentment, "Buddha's son?"
"Since when did the Zoroastrian elves from underground learn to play for pity?"
Aaron let out a cold laugh.
The Zoroastrian elves were the most adept at using intrigue; within every major city and family underground, the never-ending power struggle between the Divine Mother and the eldest daughter always took precedence!
To trust such a woman was to be Dead for Sure!
To merely witness her climb from the most humble slave to a leading being within the Ming Fei Court was telling enough!
"Yes, Zoroastrian elves... But since the death of our god, no other deity was willing to protect us..."
Zhuoma let out a slight sigh.
