Generous terms, the butterfly effect

Gu He and the others felt their eyelids twitch at her words.

They certainly did not think Medusa was joking. If they truly failed to persuade her, leaving today would likely be no easy task.

In truth, with Medusa's usual temperament, she would never have wasted words on Gu He and his companions. She would likely have attacked and killed them the moment she arrived.

Unfortunately, she was now at a critical stage, with the concentration of her bloodline origin approaching its limit.

Perhaps in less than another six months, she would be able to evolve safely.

At a time like this, Medusa did not want any branches sprouting outside the main stem.

Gu He and his companions held considerable standing in the Jia Ma Empire, not least because Gu He was a sixth-grade Alchemist and an elder of the Misty Cloud Sect.

As for the black-robed woman beside him, Medusa had also guessed her identity.

If she truly killed these people here, whatever the Jia Ma Empire and the Alchemist Association might do, the Misty Cloud Sect alone would certainly come out in full force to wage war.

If that delayed her evolution, the loss would hardly be worth the gain.

Still, even if she could not keep them here for good, she had to teach them a lesson.

Otherwise, where would her authority stand? Where would the Snake-People Tribe's honor be?

"Your Majesty Queen Medusa, I came only to request one thing from you."

Gu He exhaled softly, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and spoke respectfully.

"What thing?"

Medusa looked at him, considered it briefly, and roughly guessed what he wanted.

"A Heavenly Flame!"

Gu He raised his head to look at Medusa with burning eyes and slowly uttered those words.

As though afraid Medusa would deny it, Gu