The voice was ethereal, filled with a mysterious allure.
"Trouble!"
Elliot Pine's expression was serious. He wanted to urge Gary Smith not to be impulsive. Those from the Fate System were best at scheming; if they dared to take action, they must have full confidence in their plan.
He wanted to tell Gary Smith to stay calm, but a glance from the Star Phoenix Ancestor intimidated him, his spirit suppressed. Although there was no trauma, he was rendered speechless.
They wouldn't allow him to ruin this promising show!
However, the next second, as the Constant Immortal Light flashed past, Elliot Pine regained his composure, his clothes soaked in cold sweat, his gaze heavy.
"Huh..." The Star Phoenix Ancestor clicked his tongue indifferently, not minding the interference.
"Damned old man!"
Willow Tennyson might have witnessed the scene, gritting her teeth in anger. This guy was like a wizard persecuting heroes, babbling nonsense—so annoying.
