"I have no intention of questioning, just reasonably expressing doubts," Terrell said, looking emotionlessly at Qianqian, his voice steady as he continued, "I believe that reasonable counsel is precisely what a subject ought to offer. Does the Land of Nightmare not care about the future of the labyrinth?"
"The Land of Nightmare supports all decisions of Lord Demon King, both now and in the future."
Facing Terrell's questioning, Qianqian casually stated her position, then suddenly curved her bright red lips upwards as if she had thought of something amusing.
"Terrell, stop your charades. When Reggie Dragon was around, why didn't I see you raising so many questions? Weren't you a subject then?"
A pair of eyes turned toward her, many of the Dark Night Elves wearing looks of anger.
In face of those murderous gazes, Qianqian found herself unable to suppress the smirk at the corner of her mouth, revealing the fanged teeth that hung at her lip.
