Drinking to the Moon

That strength was comparable to that of the secluded old antiques.

This kind of young genius had extremely powerful strength, how could he submit to the Northern Army?

If it was before his wings were fully grown, he could have been taken in by the Northern Army.

But now, it was obviously impossible.

"Not necessarily!" An indifferent voice came from the entrance of the Garrison Courtyard.

"Someone was eavesdropping, yet I didn't sense his presence!"

Hyrum Lujan, who was sitting at the side, suddenly stood up. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. He felt a trace of mental power surrounding him. It was very subtle. If he didn't try to sense it himself, he wouldn't have been able to discover it.

People with such means were definitely the best among the supreme pinnacles.

Braydon Neal raised his hand to signal Hyrum not to act rashly. He turned around and smiled. "Brother Lestrange, since you're here, have a seat!"