Dean Frist looked at the change in his younger sister's demeanor and immediately guessed that she was plotting something, leaving him speechless.
After a moment, Dean Frist gave a caution: "Cognitive witchcraft is not omnipotent, be careful that your scheme fails and you drag Sandra into it."
"He dares!"
Lisandra raised her eyebrows, furious.
"Hehe..."
Dean Frist laughed without uttering a word.
He's already dared to probe in front of his face, what else wouldn't he dare to do in the future?
The other two unpredictable places.
The Sage-Level Legions of the Flame and Metal Trading Company and the White Tower Alliance lurked there.
Level six sages Maximilian Medros and Mike Philo had already detected, through the fleet's reconnaissance system, the Dewdrop Miniature Warship lurking on the edge of the battlefield, near the rear flank of the White Tower Alliance's fleet.
