Regardless, her task was completed.
"We meet again, Michael." Xi Mu maintained a smile as he greeted Michael beside the Divine Throne:
"I'm glad to see you're safe and sound."
"My friend, I also..." Michael smiled, but then noticed his sister, who had somehow already made her way to Ahtal's side.
"Ah, you two seem to have quite the connection." He was momentarily stunned, watching Mist hold Ahtal tightly and immediately realized that his sister had different feelings towards Ahtal.
"Your only blood sister is about to be taken away." The Blood Pope chuckled, "Michael, don't you have any thoughts about it?"
"Ahtal is a man worthy of trust." Michael answered with a smile, "I have no reason to oppose."
His words were very sincere.
"Is there anything more gratifying than entrusting your most treasured family member to a friend you trust?"
"That man is not trustworthy." The voice of the Blood Pope was cold, scoffing as he said:
"Do you know how many people Ahtal has killed?"
