"Oh? Should you be talking like that old man?" Another voice came from above as a white robed elven old man floated down from the sky. With him was a green haired young man along with another green haired young woman accompanying him.
The green harried young man locked eyes with Prince Trien and snorted. "Long time no see, Prince Trien."
"Prince Teleth, you really do not seem to know your place, do you?" Prince Trien replied. The hatred in his eyes was almost the same as when he looked at Blake.
Lillia pinched Blake's side because she could feel him ready to rush over and kill the stupid elf prince. She knew if she did not restrain him, they would be in for a fight to the death. Luckily Blake understood this, and her pinch snapped him out of wanting to rush forward and kill him.
The elven ancestor turned and looked at Blake and Lillia and was quite surprised by the two. He did not expect to see two others here. "You two are?"
