The sect master smiled while the Elf Queen frowned.
"You truly are invincible in the same realm. I may not be able to kill you..." the Elf Queen admitted, a smile forming on her lips.
Beside them, Sword Demon's face twitched as his thoughts raced wildly.
"When did you descend, and when did you kill the real Elf Queen?" the sect master asked, glancing at her son.
"About a thousand years ago," the Elf Queen responded, and Sword Demon sighed in relief.
"I was only with her two thousand years ago," Sword Demon thought, sipping his wine, now unbothered.
"Son, be more careful and stick with those your age," the sect master warned, her expression tense.
Sword Demon nodded as a small dragon sipped from his gourd.
"Well, I have to report this back," the Elf Queen said, smirking. "Sword Demon, your mother is too weak. She will only slow us down. We just need her for experiments... she's disposable."
