The Emerald Sprite King looked at Owen, his eyes filled with reluctant farewell:
"Sir, please visit our tribe often. We owe you a great deal this time."
Owen grinned and replied:
"The Emerald Sprites are such warm hosts, I'll definitely come often."
"You must!" The Emerald Sprite King's eyes brimmed with tears.
"Certainly."
The Emerald Sprite King, holding Owen's hand, was visibly moved.
The soldiers nearby were utterly baffled.
What's going on? Wasn't the Emerald Sprite King all fierce and intimidating before? How come now he looks at Mr. Owen as if he's seen his own father?
"Mr. Owen is truly remarkable. His charisma is extraordinary, even the Emerald Sprite King is won over."
"Indeed, such is the charm of our sir, I too am thoroughly impressed."
"Mr. Owen, with his diamond-tier strength, has managed to affect the grandmaster-tier Sprite King so deeply. It's truly awe-inspiring!"
