Amarantha White's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Keep them steady, I'll handle this personally."
The woman quickly gave the order, and the hall manager nodded in understanding, then cut off the communication.
Amarantha White leaned back in her chair, supporting her fair chin with one hand, and chuckled lightly, "Coming to the Mercenary Association to inquire about the Human Race's information, are they really not afraid of being noticed at all?"
The subordinate woman cautiously replied, "This place is very, very far from the entrance to the Immortal Demon Passage, and besides, our Mercenary Association has always kept its doors open for business; as long as the price is right, they can get the information they want... But with their hooded concealment, it's still uncertain whether they are Human."
Amarantha White seemed indifferent: "The fact that they even know about the immortals who entered the Demon Realm back then, that alone makes their identity quite apparent."
