Chapter 130: The Untriggerable Return from Death

"Please drink, this is fresh human blood," the doll girl bowed, placing a cup of steaming red tea on the table, and then, holding the tea tray, observed the girl sitting on the sofa. She wore a dress like petals, her gold hair tied into a ponytail, and her temperament conveyed an unfathomable sense of mystery. Yet upon closer inspection, one could detect her forced composure over underlying tension.

The way she was obviously so nervous, yet struggling to restrain herself, truly made one want to bully her, just to see her cry.

However, it was only a thought in her mind, as this Saintess of Destiny was a friend of Ahtal, and she, a mere nobody, dared not offend her.

"Thank you," Suna lowered her head to examine the teacup, calmly picked it up, and gracefully sipped the tea. She was trying to maintain the composure befitting a saintess, to keep her inner turmoil hidden.