Kapitel 929: Conflict?

"Aren't you unfair, Dian Alstreim? When we politely sent our people, didn't you send them away with unreasonable and high-handed methods?" A melodious yet icy voice echoed.

Ancestor Dian Alstreim creased his brows as a complex emotion swirled in his heart while his purple eyes reflected the horizon of the skies and the white-robed curvy figure of a veiled woman. He looked at her in a complex way before he moved his lips, but was suddenly interrupted.

"Tirea Snow, I propose we temporarily team up to make Dian Alstreim know that he is in the wrong." A middle-aged man spoke as he stood in mid-air with his hands folded.

He possessed lush black hair that stretched till his neck. The brown-black tight-fitting robes he wore accentuated his built body and muscles. Furthermore, as he looked strong, tall, and attractive, his temperament also matched his brazenness to take the initiative in matters.