The hall fell silent for a moment.
Luna lounged lazily on the Ten Thousand Years Warm Jade Couch, reaching out to tease the Little Golden Dragon, Aurelius Valerius, who had crawled to the edge. Her tone playful: "Seems my title as the Beast God Envoy is quite popular in Aetheria? This Little Princess of the Celestian Clan really has her ear to the ground—we'd barely set foot in the Amethyst Palace when she turned up."
Mael Valerius's expression was helpless, his voice indifferent: "Ignore her. I barely know her—we've only met a handful of times, and I couldn't tell her from a hole in the ground."
He wasn't deliberately fooling anyone; he truly didn't remember.
He'd never been interested in the females of these prestigious clans; naturally, their faces barely registered in his memory.
This remark successfully amused Luna, who was just about to speak.
