After the Poet of Great Love took Hughberlian's place and spoke face-to-face with the Guardian of Antanas, the atmosphere in the entire cell instantly became tense and deathly quiet.
Hughberlian's gaze occasionally swept over the Guardian of Antanas, trying to glean some information from her expressions and movements.
The silence continued for a long while in the vast, pure-white cell.
"Ridiculous... Do you know who Talia is?"
The Guardian of Antanas let out a cold laugh. Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable force.
A rare trace of killing intent appeared in her eyes, as if the Poet of Great Love's words had nearly touched her bottom line.
If a foolish human wanted to use lies to strike a deal with them, it was not only an unforgivable act but also an insult to them, the Great Demon Race.
Antanas had also noticed that the black-haired, green-eyed figure wearing a mask had an unusual voice. Just hearing her speak made Antanas feel as though her heart, weary for so long, had begun to rekindle emotions that had long since been worn away.
"Of course. I've even met her."
The Poet of Great Love nodded with certainty.
Hughberlian stared at Lanchi. How could Lanchi possibly have met her legendary aunt?!
Although Hughberlian knew that Lanchi could always produce some inexplicable piece of information—for example, he had drawn portraits of the three Blood Race Progenitors in front of the princess of the Krui Di Empire at the Sanctuary Villain's Banquet, and a few days ago, he had casually drawn the appearances of three members of the Great Demon Race at the secret base of the Ba Tian Branch in the Protos Royal Magic Academy—the Guardian of Antanas he had drawn looked extraordinarily similar to the real person before her, while his