The Witch of Death fell silent, glancing at the ever-smiling Ahtal before bowing her head as she began to flip through the magic book in her hands.
It was as if she tacitly agreed to their discussion in her presence.
"Alright, you can speak freely now," Xi Mu chuckled lightly, picking up the teapot from the table and pouring two cups of tea for Eden and Adam.
"There are very few in this world who would dare to spy directly on the Witch of Death, unless they are weary of living,"
"..." The Witch of Death ignored Ahtal's flattery, quietly observing the magic book, her slender fingers occasionally turning a page, seemingly indifferent to everything,