"It is not easy to take the Hibiscus Fruit," Sorrel said in a low voice.
"No need to cooperate."
Ember crossed her arms, her gaze sharp and disdainful.
"White Emperor City geniuses are strong, but Alina is only slightly stronger than me at most. Our Palace of the Four Cycles is not much weaker than them. There is no need to actively seek cooperation unless they come begging."
Hearing this, Lunara's lips curved upward faintly, a trace of cold amusement flashing through her eyes.
She knew Ember too well.
Arrogant. Proud. Unyielding.
How could someone like her ever lower her head to seek cooperation, especially with White Emperor City? Not to mention, Lunara knew that Ember and Alina had long been locked in a silent rivalry, treating each other as the greatest obstacle on their respective paths.
Cooperating with Alina?
That would be harder for Ember than swallowing poison.
At this moment, a deep, cold voice rang out.
"Are you here to seek my hibiscus fruit as well?"
