They had considered many things but never expected the Chosen One to have a personality and temper utterly different from usual mortal beings.

The white-haired old man looked at Zenda and asked, “What should we do now? Do you want to go into the Forbidden Bloodshade, or should we go instead?”

Zenda said calmly, “If we’re both afraid to enter, we can just stay here and wait. They’ll come out eventually.”

The white-haired old man scoffed, "That's simple for you to say. Who can predict what dangers lurk within this Forbidden Bloodshade? What if it turns him into a demon?

Remember, he still harbors the remnant soul of a demonic spirit in his body, not to mention his Hongrome Children.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be omniscient, Lord Toviyyah? Yet, this is the extent of your knowledge?” Zenda’s tone was full of irritation.

The white-haired old man, known as Lord Toviyyah, was stunned by her words.

Suddenly, the old woman with sideburns stepped forward and remarked, “The Chosen One is mer