3603 Two Generations of Master-Disciple

"As I said, if it belongs to me, it comes with me. I treat what's mine as mine, and what's not mine isn't my place to plunder unless aggravated."

Davis turned around as he flicked his sleeves.

He was not willing to be the torchbearer for the Ghost Tear Hall.

Tyriele was in the Soul Palace, but she wasn't entirely loyal to them. On the other hand, that metallic eye could be fully loyal to the Ghost Tear Hall's Founder and, hence, never looked in someone else's way.

As far as he saw, it loyally protected this mini realm, not bothering to go outside.

He didn't think he was fated with it.

"Just try it. As for whether they would allow you to take away the Legacy Artifact or not, I'll take care of it."

"In that case, you can convince them first, and I'll revisit."