Panqa, Lanqua, and Shea Goldsun stood there rooted, and their expressions had become stiffer than a corpse that had dried up.
Saint Mo Tian's voice was entirely different and sharp, making their hearts chilled.
"Their activity so far has really been suspicious, not presenting the Blood Soul Contract that is agreeable, so I concur, but..."
Shirley's voice became chilling, "Just who are you? Why do you have his voice?"
"…?"
Davis's brows raised. He turned to look at Shirley, who had her eyes narrowed into sharp slits, causing his expression to turn into a confused smile. However, he also saw the others make a similar expression, causing his heart to skip a beat.
"It's alright now. There's no need to keep up this farce."
He waved his sleeve while gesturing at the three women he brought, telling his women not to worry about them. However, he saw that they still stared at him with hostility brimming from their eyes while some of their expressions were pale.
