Therese's gaze swept coldly over Ang. After studying him for a moment, she spoke softly. "You saw it too. I need to stay here and guard against Petersong. Take my words back to Gronra." Her tone carried not the slightest fluctuation, as though nothing could move her.
Ang nodded, but his heart was filled with questions, and he desperately wanted to know more.
"My lady, was that figure the legendary Flame Lizard Dragon?" he asked unconsciously, curiosity in his voice as his eyes gleamed with a thirst for the unknown.
Therese gave a cold laugh. "That is not something you need to know." Her tone was filled with authority, leaving no one daring to ask further.
Ang hurriedly lowered his head, feeling an invisible pressure bearing down on him.
The oppressive feeling of facing one of the Lizardmen Legendary Experts made him even less daring to relax.
Although Therese had not displayed much emotion, her subtle gestures and attitude deeply intimidated Ang.
He could not help sighing inwardly. After quickly taking his leave, he turned and departed.
When he left the treehouse, the fresh air allowed him to relax slightly. Yet he still could not stop thinking about Therese's glance, and his heartbeat continued to quicken uncontrollably.
Ang quickly reached the edge of the World Tree, feeling everything around him gradually become distant and profound.
He barely dared to pause, a strong sense of danger rising in his heart.
He impatiently pulled out the Magic Gem from his chest. The yellow-green gem had now become transparent, its aura nearly dispersed, with only a faint residual warmth remaining in his hand.
"Good thing I left," Ang muttered. Remembering the pressure Therese had exerted on him, his entire body could not help trembling slightly.
The difference in their levels was simply impossible