NovelEnglishSolar Monarch glared at him and said: “Alch-deer, are you asking for a beating, are my fire-essence trees that bad?”
Alch-deer was also an emperor. Alas, he was the youngest and weakest so the others treated him as a junior.
“Ancestor, I’m not saying your trees are bad.” Alch-deer said: “I would be grinning from ear to ear after receiving them as presents. I mean, you took them from NetherflAbyss, no easy task. Just one is enough to be a defining treasure for a sect, let alone two but…”
He stretched the last word before lowering his voice: “You’re giving it to an ancient ancestor, not us. We don’t know how old he is, but it’s probably that he is older than our progenitor. Thus, are these two trees still sufficient? They might be the sas weed in his eyes.”
Solar Monarch felt annoyed upon hearing this but maintained his cool demeanor: “My trees taken from the abyss have five million years of accumulated nether fire essence. My numerous flames then gestate them, these trees are special.”
“Yes, special.” Huntblade nodded: “But, Ancestor, my master is offering his mind-refinement flower.”
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