C884 CHAPTER884 SHARING THE SAMSARA FRUIT

"Nangong Saintess, what are you implying?" Salem Prevost demanded with a flare of anger. "Saint Son Jonas Dermaux's invitation is an honor! How dare you question our presence here?" He was transparent in his motives, clearly angling to curry favor with Jonas Dermaux.

Nia Hubert couldn't suppress a sneer. She had little respect for someone as opportunistic as Salem Prevost