"At this juncture, it's best not to stir up too many disputes. Especially considering the relationship between the Master of Death and that lady, which I've heard isn't harmonious."
Ye Hua's voice sounded once again.
"I understand, Holy Chooser. This matter does not concern you, and we don't need your reminders." The middle-aged Arcanist replied in a stiff tone, yet there was a hint of concession in his words. Seeing this, Ye Hua just smiled slightly, knowing when to speak and when to remain silent. Once he realized his prompt had worked, he decided not to press further.
The middle-aged Arcanist summoned a guard, whispering a few words. The guard understood, and conducted a quick inspection of the Holy Sanctuary's convoy with the others, then moved on to the next team. The middle-aged Arcanist impatiently waved his hand, signaling them to pass.
