If it wasn't for my Fog Crow Vision, I would have been fooled by you.
Indeed, the prettier the woman, the better she is at deception,
but don't think about hoodwinking me, the most innocently pure in the Beast Master Realm.
Gary Smith muttered in his heart, turning to look at the young girl who was enjoying the massaging of his right hand surrounded by a soft circle, like snow capping on a blue mountain.
However, that's not the point. He was intrigued - why would Evelyn Walker and Ten-Crowned King Bob Chandler come to explore the secret realm of the Wild Ant Tomb?
He didn't know that they were at the Black Market earlier, but was amazed by the images transmitted by the Fog Crow.
Neither of them were Silver Beast Tamers yet they dared to venture into the Wilderness, face Limb Demons head-on, and even start a provocation. Is this fearlessness of a newborn?
