"These old foxes."
Mandela curled up her lips as she saw that the other Earthly Sovereigns had sent their men into the rocky island.
"Hohoho, we are indeed old friends. We do think alike." The Lord of Divine Pavilion smiled flatly and looked at the other Earthly Sovereigns.
When they heard it, they simply forced a smile.
"Alright, since we have our own motives, let's drop the pretenses. Let's suppress the fourth hall master. As for the Spiritual Deity Liquid, we will have to leave it to our men," Mandela said coldly.
The other six Earthly Sovereigns nodded. They had the same intention. After all, they had to see the Spiritual Deity Liquid before they could start to fight over it. It was too early to do that now.
