The young people were all elite disciples from their respective families, and indeed knew quite a few things; they all competed to speak here, discussing matters pertaining to Saints.
Watching everyone trying to show off their abilities in front of Skylar Spencer, Peter Brown chuckled to himself. If they knew how Skylar had knelt before him, he wondered what their expressions would be like.
As he looked at Skylar Spencer, Peter had to admire how well this woman could feign gracefulness, sitting there with the poise and form of an immortal maiden.
"Mr. Chole, why don't you say something too?"
Smiling at Alexander Miller, Skylar invited his contribution with a sentence.
At this moment, Arnold Thorne spoke, "He doesn't know as much as I do, let me do the talking."
Alexander Miller replied, "My Home may not have produced a Void Saint, but we've also reached more than nine hundred Sacred Fate Seeds."
"So what? In the end, none became a Saint."
