"You said... that woman is called Dragon Dance?"
The originally very calm old man suddenly appeared as agitated as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
His eagle-like eyes showed surprise.
But it was quickly smoothed over.
"Seems like... she's called Dragon Dance? I often hear her talking to herself, mumbling about gods, Trent and Silvio, sometimes I even doubt if she's a lunatic."
Julius Reed finished speaking, feigned hesitation.
When the old man grew anxious, ready to speak, he slowly said, "But she's indeed formidable. Not only because of her Mind Reading Technique, but reportedly she also commands a group of... she calls them divine clan people?"
"Divine clan people?"
The old man in Tang suit was even more startled.
"Are you sure you didn't hear wrong? That woman is called Dragon Dance?" He waved his hand, and someone behind handed over a painting.
The painting depicted Dragon Dance.
