Chapter 350 Not as Good as Mine

When Timothy speaks, it's as if he's giving commands.

Sammy held her breath, fearing that Tristan might not be able to help himself and say something at this moment.

It wasn't until she saw no trace of emotion on Tristan's face that Sammy finally let out the breath she had been holding. Her gaze instinctively shifted to Quercia, not understanding why Quercia had suddenly come over with this person named Timothy today.

Who is this Timothy? He seems to be quite familiar with the Northwest Emperor.

Timothy said just this one sentence to Tristan, then shifted his gaze away, as if in his eyes, Tristan was a character who wouldn't attract his attention at all.

In the eyes of people like the Northwest Emperor and Timothy, personal strength is not important; what truly matters is one's foundation.

What kind of depth could a Tristan possibly have?