Chapter 45 Mythical Race

"How much of the conversation did you hear just now?"

Watching the retreating figure of his stepmother, Noah looked at the Little Flower Spirits in the garden. Their presence was so negligible that both he and his stepmother had overlooked them.

"Didn't hear much."

A timid voice of a Little Flower Spirit rose up, but it was quickly overshadowed by another more assertive voice,

"I heard nothing."

"That's right, I didn't catch it either."

"We know nothing."

Noah stared at the group of Little Flower Spirits. Their personalities, preferences, and intelligence were diverse, rivaling any Wisdom Species.

"Regardless of how much you heard, not a word is to be leaked, or else, hmph!"

The young dragon only let out a nasal grunt without continuing, as there were plenty of clever little Flower Spirits who would surely understand.

"What bloodline did my stepfather awaken?"

After warning the Flower Spirits, Noah started contemplating on his own.