Gray Crow's Residence.
On this day, there was a peculiar expression on Antoinette's face as her eyes scanned up and down, meticulously examining a certain sorcerer, as if she no longer recognized him.
"Is there something wrong?" Ivan slightly frowned, turning to ask the person next to him, "What do you think?"
"I don't know, I've never seen the kind of tree you're talking about, nor have I ever heard of it." Angela, suddenly questioned, waved her hand.
This Spring Goddess surely had heard of it; otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted this way. The two couldn't help but look at her, hoping she could provide a specific answer.
Antoinette's expression remained unchanged.
"Do you know what kind of ancient tree it is?" After a moment, she whispered softly.
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."
"How could you, a foreign sorcerer, possibly know?"
"I said I don't know."
