Far away, high in the sky.
The clouds had been shredded apart by violent elemental turbulence, revealing the deep, heart-palpitating firmament beyond.
Two figures stood calmly in the air, quietly watching this side.
The fierce wind whipped their robe hems with a loud rustle, yet it could not penetrate the Absolute Domain within half a meter of them.
"Don't worry. Once this is over, I'll give you a potion that can help them wash away the marks."
The black-robed old woman, Jennifer, spoke in a hoarse voice, like two rough whetstones grinding against each other.
She softly comforted the tense-looking middle-aged wizard beside her.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from the middle-aged wizard's temples, sliding down his cheeks and dripping into the air.
He feared not only the strength of the old woman before him.
He feared even more the ancient, terrifying behemoth she represented.
He thanked Jennifer, looking rather helpless. His attitude toward Vivian was filled with reverence amid his apprehension, as though a junior were facing a senior.
"You've truly gone to great trouble..."
The middle-aged wizard's voice was somewhat dry.
Jennifer shook her head. She looked gently at Tracy in the distance and said softly, "After all, our Tracy is the Phoenix family's only bloodline of this generation."
"She is a hundred times more precious than all ten of your Emerald Court's royal descendants put together."
The old woman's clouded eyes reflected the red figure on the battlefield below.
"As long as she is happy, everything will naturally be arranged according to her wishes."
The words were spoken lightly, yet they carried a cold cruelty that regarded all living beings as insignificant weeds.
Upon hearing the name "Phoenix," the Emerald Court's Miracle Wizard's eyes trembled slightly before he deeply lowered his head.
He did not dare