The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat strange.
There were over ten yards of distance between Tang Xian and the deity, making it difficult to converse even within the quiet sanctuary. Luckily, both of them had excellent hearing.
The woman said, "You should know, as long as you are in this fortress, there's no such thing as safety. You might as well come closer."
"Let's talk here, it's spacious enough."
Coming to the divine seat's fortress to talk to a mortal enemy was a reckless move.
And at this moment, Tang Xian seemed very cautious—unwilling to take half a step closer.
The deity smiled and said:
"Are you afraid of me?"
"I've always wondered what kind of deity spouts nonsense, talking about consciousness, viruses, chaos represented by mines, order by the Pyramid, and all that babble. Turns out it's a woman. Female literati often have this problem, liking to spout incomprehensible nonsense and read articles they themselves can't understand."