C1174 The War Is Coming

"You don't have to worry, I'm worried." The divine alchemist blew at his beard and with a wave of his hand, there were a few thuds. The Little Venonat was thrown to the ground, but it continued sleeping peacefully. It was as though there was nothing that could disturb his slumber.

"Speak, what is it?" The divine alchemist asked.

"Senior divine alchemist