Vasili snorted. "Shallow Moon, you make it sound so nice. Dole is with Elreya now—if you ask him to do something, would he really refuse?"
Shallow Moon Patriarch chuckled. "That still depends on his mood. It's not like members of one's own family, who have to do whatever they're told. It's different."
Beside them, Magic Old Man glanced at the two of them, feeling somewhat indignant on Dole's behalf. "What imperial family or not—does Patriarch really think that, if Dole were born into the imperial family, he'd obediently listen to the Emperor? That's far from certain. He might have run away from home long ago, just like that one."
Shallow Moon Patriarch's expression immediately fell as he shot Magic Old Man a look.
Magic Old Man instantly felt a wave of pressure bearing down on him. He shrank his head and did not dare say another word.
Seeing this, Ice King Patriarch and Fire King Patriarch did not dare speak either.
This fellow really knew which pot not to lift, yet lifted precisely that one.
That one was now stirring up storms among the wandering wizards, arrogant beyond measure, living far more freely than he had in the Imperial Mage Corps—though his resources were probably not as abundant.
That one was also a level-eight.
Thinking of something, Shallow Moon Patriarch sighed. "Let's not bring this up again. I'll speak to Dole myself. Even I can no longer understand his current strength. He could even take down a descending Evil God. That is truly terrifying."
Shallow Moon Patriarch never referred to herself as "this sect" in front of her own people.
At the mention of the Evil God's descent, Fire King Patriarch, Magic Old Man, and Ice King Patriarch all felt their scalps tingle.
An Evil God was unquestionably god-level. Its