The Saint King looked at the Holy Immortal Orchids in the courtyard with a deep gaze.
"You watered it with blood," the Sorcerer King explained. He thought of something and said, "After talking for so long, you must be hungry. Look at my memory. I was so focused on talking to you that I forgot that the food was still hot in the pot. Wait for me here. I'll bring the food over!"
The Sorcerer King stood up to get something to eat.
Looking at his back as he walked out of the door, the Saint King's expression suddenly darkened. She reached out and was about to slap the Sorcerer King, but to her surprise, the feeling of being locked by something came again.
The Saint King looked at her hand and then at the Sorcerer King who had walked out. She snorted coldly. "You have to protect that man even in death. What a lover!"
