“Hermione, that Reflective Eye of yours is amazing! As expected from a treasure given by a goddess!”

The grand elder slapped a little flattery on.

He knew his place, and it wasn’t to be concerned about a treasure that had been given to Hermione Yggdrasil by a goddess. Even if he wanted to covet it, the sect master was still in front of him! What more, the goddess master of Hermione was still alive, and it was possible that she would drop by to see her disciple in the future. Wouldn’t that spell his death if he were to snatch the treasure of her disciple?

The sect master probably had the same thought in mind, and with that logic, suppressed the greed he felt at the sight of the treasure.

At the same time, far away from them, Alex, who was busy rescuing the others, was shocked. He felt his paper doll puppets getting destroyed.

In the Misty Swamp, where one’s divine consciousness extended only a few meters, Alex could no longer pinpoint their accurate location, now that the paper