"That side?" Lankshear repeated Ferragond's question and stood at the entrance of the cave, blocking the sunlight and making it dim inside. Then he smiled, "Of course it is the Scarlet Plain's side."
Shocked, Ferragond demanded angrily, "It was you who conspired with the Sovereign of Blood and polluted the elven tree? Why did you do that?"
He had more and more sensed the dangerous situation he was in and seized every opportunity to postpone, hoping to get rid of the influence of the projection of the devil. However, his abhorrence had accumulated for hundreds of years, and he did not begin to learn 'Dance of Revenge' a short while ago. The 'seed' was too deeply rooted to be dissolved any time soon.
As if he did not sense Ferragond's intention, Lankshear said with a cooperative smile, "Sovereign of Blood? How is that schizophrenic psycho qualified to cooperate with me? As for the pollution of the elven tree, I couldn't have achieved it without you and Nature's Abhorrence."
