Isabelle and Irene observed the scene with interest as they stood in the void. Isabelle was a chatterbox, while Irene only chimed in with occasional phrases.
"How did he manage to offend both of the top clans at the same time?" Isabelle asked, her amusement barely concealed.
Isabelle was impressed by Xia Tian's ability to anger people with ease. Irene shrugged her shoulders and calmly replied, "He's always been like this," as she wiped down her trusty blue greatsword.
Even in the void, she emanated a goddess-like aura, standing tall and proud.
Out of all of Xia Tian's daughters, Irene was an exception.
Unlike her sisters, she possessed a hint of compassion in her eyes, which were the color of the ocean.
Xia Tian and his other daughters wouldn't bother helping a dying man, but Irene was different. If she had nothing better to do, she wouldn't hesitate to lend a hand.
This trait of hers always puzzled Xia Tian.
