She had only ever seen such an aura in the Underworld, on those top-tier Lords.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly held her chest, bowing respectfully.
"May the darkness favor you, Isa greets you, esteemed Sovereign of Weilu City."
The proud Elf, at this moment, slowly lowered her head, which was usually held high.
Lear heard the change in her tone and replied softly.
"It seems you've been thinking a lot these days."
"Yes, Master..."
"Then, when you've completely thought it through, come and tell me."
Lear wasted no words and got straight to the point.
"I need the Secret Technique you control to cultivate a Tree Guardian."
Upon hearing this, Isa took a deep breath.
If it had been half a month ago, he would have definitely used this to negotiate terms.
But after witnessing the transformation of Weilu City, he no longer had such thoughts.
If they don't demonstrate their value soon, the other party would really dispose of them... like useless garbage.
