Chapter 202: The God of Life Dislikes Elves_2

Anthony pointed at the Little Sapling with his finger.

Rarely did anyone touch the Little Sapling other than Ange. Curious about the finger touching it, the sapling gently raised a leaf that touched Anthony's fingertip.

Anthony felt a cool stream creeping into his body from the point of contact.

He didn't know what kind of aura it was, but it felt pleasant. However, Anthony didn't have time to explore this feeling and shot a defiant glare back at Aestolia.

Aestolia nodded, her face conveying a 'I'll remember you' expression, and backed away.

Anthony quickly cradled the Little Sapling in his arms, fearing he might drop it accidentally. His recent show of defiance was largely for the elves' benefit.

Only after he'd secured the pot in his arms did Anthony declare loudly: