A Solemn Promise

"Look, look, look. I went to all this trouble, even used up one of my lives, and you're already this impatient?"

Biers lounged comfortably in the reclining vine chair, looking at Xilos with deep resentment in her eyes.

If this had only been between her and Xilos, her elder brother would never have brought out the Pure Spirit to help her. So from the beginning, she and Xilos had decided to raise the stakes until everyone else knew about it.

That was why Biers had proposed staging such a scene directly before the overseers of the Bottom of the Rock Prison.

But judging by the result...

It did not seem particularly effective so far.

"You still have to go back to the Orc race. Do you really think staying here with me will lead to any good outcome?"

Xilos glanced at Biers, her brows furrowing.

Whether this plan succeeded or failed, Biers's and the others' roles were merely to apply pressure. The goal was to keep the Orc race from exposing Biers's ability of Nirvana. But if Biers did not return, then all the painstaking efforts she and Biers had made before would be meaningless.

"Wait a little. There's no rush right now."

Hearing Xilos's words, the woman reclining in the vine chair remained utterly lazy, not taking them seriously at all.

Seeing the green light surging over Xilos's hands, she even sat up curiously in the chair, her eyes shining.

"In my elder brother's eyes right now, I'm about the same as the clansmen in your hands."

Xilos smiled faintly without explaining much, merely continuing to suppress her aura.

The light around her flared brilliantly at times, then dimmed like a sun extinguished behind the clouds.

If she had truly been in a state of Nirvana, her aura might