Upon returning to the Storm Domain, Dole felt the boundless pressure all around him.
Nightmare Patriarch was now like a dog driven into a corner, ready to leap over the wall. He had to guard against him resorting to extraordinary measures. After some thought, he packaged his conversation with Nightmare Patriarch together with his own conjectures and sent them all at once to the upper echelons of the Glory Wizard Alliance in Wasen Fort, as well as to Vasili of the Imperial Glory Wizard Alliance.
Dole had only waited half a day before Akso came straight to the outside of Babel Tower.
The moment Akso entered, she looked down at Dole haughtily. "She agreed. Two level-eight wizard towers—you're certainly not holding back. Level eight... even I only recently touched its threshold."
Dole smiled bashfully. "Using wizard formations to comprehend level eight is quite easy; mastering it is merely somewhat difficult. I'll have to trouble you this time, Wizard Akso. I'll offer you a gift afterward."
Akso swept her gaze over Dole's body, then licked her sexy little lips. "If the gift is you, I might be a little interested. Anything else, forget it."
A chill ran through Dole. He retreated two steps. Forget it—an old woman over three hundred going into heat was truly not someone he could provoke.
He coughed and said, "It's some of my recent research results—certain theories concerning electricity, magnetism, and fire. Take a look. They'll be of help to you."
Akso knew Dole had no interest in her, so she did not think much of it. How much help could a few theories possibly be to her?
She nodded. "Fine."
After causing a scene at the Fire Parasol Tree Organization for several months, she had actually felt rather guilty. After all, she had been the