"This is your reward,"
"Now, does the power of death I carry compare to the Black Blade that once served you?" Xi Mu touched his chest, feigning curiosity as he asked the Witch of Death.
In response, the Witch of Death gently shook her head,
"Pursuing death too much is not a good thing,"
"So, I have not yet reached the level of the Black Blade?" Xi Mu showed a look of regret, but he could understand the Witch of Death's approach, for in her avatar state, conferring him the way she did was the greatest benevolence she could grant.
To receive higher favor, he would need to unseal the original form of the Witch of Death.
"Ahtal, you are different from her," the Witch of Death frowned, her sapphire-like eyes reflecting Ahtal's regretful expression, "you don't need to compare yourself to her."
"Is she irreplaceable to you?" Xi Mu sighed lightly, his smile unexpectedly carefree yet tinged with melancholy.
This man... does he care about such things?