"That's not the case. The people who can go are all elites, and those behind them won't let them die easily!"

"Are there any backup plans?"

"Everyone has a life-saving teleportation scroll. It can instantly tear through space for escape. It's a good thing we obtained from the ruins. Use one and there's one less!"

"Well, I'd like to go take a look then."

"I advise against it. Although you have the teleportation scroll, if you encounter a sovereign-level monster, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to use it!"

"I'll be fine. Don't forget what I'm wearing. I should be able to withstand it for a while."

"I forgot about that. So, you're actually the safest one here!" Bor smiled.

"Then, I want to ask if Ophelia is going or not?"

"If you go, she won't. If you don't go, she will." Bor said.

"Why?" Bexia asked, puzzled.

"For the sake of fairness, all the heirs of the countries and participating forces have to go, along with a large number of elites. Bor said with some helplessness.

"Then why did you advise me not to go?" Bexia stared at Bor, unable to see any changes on his face.

"Because you have more talent than Ophelia. If anything happens and I'm also in trouble, Ophelia is not enough to support the future of the Asman Kingdom. If the worst-case scenario happens, leaving you behind would be enough to secure a way out for the kingdom!"

"...Count me in! I also want to witness the power of a sovereign!" Bexia responded after a moment of silence.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Bexia nodded.

"Well then!" Already expecting the answer, Bor let out a sigh.

"By the way, who is Anzu sending?" Bexia suddenly asked.

"Don't worry, not that Sis Dragon of yours. I heard she has been in seclusion for a long time now. Her strength seems to have reached the Extreme level. She obtained an incredible inheritance in the Dragon God’s space." Bor answered.

"Not her, then who?" Bexia curiously asked.

"The new High Priestess, a little girl named Long Yue Yue. She is a genius among geniuses. She has already reached a position of power at the age of just over ten!" Although Bor said so on the surface, he slandered Anzu's Great Dragon Church in his heart for resorting to any means necessary. This little girl who reached a position of power at just over ten was obviously a "genius" artificially created with resources, used to deceive people in plain sight. The only reason no one pointed it out was because Anzu had the champion-level powerhouse, and others didn't dare to speak up about it.

"When are we going?"

"In the next few days, waiting for those old guys to prepare for a long time."

"Then I'll wait!" Bexia was even more worried about Ophelia going than himself. After all, his strength far surpassed Ophelia's current level.

"Well, take care of yourself. Take this Sun Crown with you. It has one more use left. There's nothing more I can give you." Bor took out the Sun Crown that had become much dimmer and said.

"No need. Keep it for Ophelia's self-defense!" Bexia refused.

"Then can you support me with something else?"

"I don't have anything valuable. The ring contains my collection. Just pick whatever you like! But don't take too much, or Ophelia's dowry will be gone in the future!"

"Even if it's the dowry, it doesn't have to be handed over to the master directly!" Christine rudely took it over, making Bor extremely embarrassed. This was simply robbery!

"Enough, Christine. Stop taking things and give them back to him!" Bexia ignored Christine, who was presenting treasures, and pinched her little nose as punishment.

"He let the master choose, and there are some good things inside too?!" Because Bor opened the spiritual imprint on top, Christine could also take out things from it. As she flicked her fingers, a piece of short sword appeared in her hand.

"This is a fragment of a divine artifact. What do you need this for?" Bor thought she had taken out something good, but it turned out to be a piece of short sword which had no practical value and was at most of some research value.

"If you need it, take all the fragments inside. Just give me the rest!" Bor said generously. The fragments of the divine artifact could be considered the lowest value of the ring, almost no different from trash.

"No way! The other things inside are garbage. Just take it all!" Christine disdainfully threw the ring back to Bor, just like throwing trash.

"Are you saying this is garbage? This thing is useless at all." Bor was curious about Christine's words because he felt that Christine was not just making empty talk.

"This thing is extraordinary. It contains a special power that is useful for the master!"

"What power?"

"Why should I tell you?" Christine stuck out her tongue and playfully responded to Bor, just like a mischievous child.

"Master, don't tell him. Let him guess slowly!" Seeing Bor's gaze shift to Bexia, Christine decisively covered his mouth, leaving Bor speechless. He rolled his eyes in exasperation, stared at Christine for more than ten seconds, and then walked away silently. He really didn't want to play with this little troublemaker anymore.

"Master, now that we have gotten rid of the nuisance, let's continue with what we were doing!" Christine pouted, pretending that Bexia's rejection didn't bother her at all. Her rosy lips glistened under the sunlight, irresistibly soft and alluring.

"You... when will you make me feel better!" Bexia felt conflicted. Christine always broke the rules and posed in all sorts of ways that made him want to toy with her. If it were someone else, they would have devoured Christine completely a long time ago.

"Master, no need to hold back! Christine is always ready for the master's play~" Christine pressed against Bexia, speaking with a seductive tone in his ear. It's unclear whether she did it on purpose, but from this angle, she happened to be sitting on Bexia's lap, and his lower body was immersed in a soft, tight embrace.

"You're playing with fire! Eventually, I will burn you to ashes!" Feeling the changes in his body, Bexia exhaled a hot breath as he spoke.

"Then let the master burn me completely, without leaving a trace. Christine loves the master the most!"

"Hmm..." Bexia forcefully kissed Christine's lips, holding her tightly as if wanting to merge their bodies into one. In the past few days, Christine's restraint had been weakening due to Bexia's teasing. Bexia couldn't guarantee how much longer she could resist.

Restraint! It wasn't really necessary. For Christine, it seemed unfair to be facing Bexia without at least having a wedding ceremony.

"Mmm..." Their lips separated, and Christine's face flushed as she let out a low moan, sounding completely different from her usually seductive demeanor. After experiencing something like this, she appeared unexpectedly innocent, which only further ignited Bexia's desire to possess her.

"So this is something that embodies causality!" Bexia took the broken sword from Christine's hand. The fragments had no power emanating from them, yet the patterns on her palm were activated!