Zhao Chuanlong’s heart trembled. Terrifying. It was really too terrifying. He felt the threat of death. The world seemed to be upside down. No matter how he fled or dodged, it seemed impossible for him to evade that huge hand.
Ainsley was confident that she could find a talented person in no time. Her hard work all this time to hone her observation skill would finally take the limelight.
It was difficult to tell a person’s age if one did not probe with one’s Divine Consciousness. Many of those who had lived for tens of thousands of years liked to maintain a youthful appearance after all.
“I can’t help it! I didn’t change because I wanted to. Do you think I wanted to become servile? I want to be upright too. I want to act according to my ideals too. But you know better than anyone that business doesn’t always go the way you expect.”
Ainsley sighed after touring the mansion for an hour. The people there acted polite and such, but she could still feel the tension coming from their body.
Even Olypheus felt that something was wrong. At this moment, the red color suddenly began to fade away quickly. Auglas’ body gradually recovered, and Duoduo’s wings stopped growing.
“I can’t help it! I didn’t change because I wanted to. Do you think I wanted to become servile? I want to be upright too. I want to act according to my ideals too. But you know better than anyone that business doesn’t always go the way you expect.”