"Now that this matter is settled, would you two like me to show you around Shouyang Mountain?"
Fang Xun was already preparing to see his guests out.
"Wait a moment." Houtu glanced at Fang Xun, then closed her eyes.
"..." Fang Xun was puzzled. He then looked toward Di Jun and found that the Demon Emperor had also closed his eyes, seemingly repairing his origin.
Of course, time was not linear for Quasi-Saints, so there was naturally no question of how much time it took.
Two distinct temporal loops had appeared within Fang Xun's cave abode, spinning through countless cycles in an instant.
The next moment, both Quasi-Saints opened their eyes. Their injuries had already been suppressed.
"What do you two intend to do?" Fang Xun asked, instinctively sensing that something significant was about to happen.
"Perhaps this will be my only private meeting with an Ancestral Witch. Naturally, I must make good use of this opportunity." The bloodstain between Di Jun's brows had faded considerably.
"Indeed." Houtu nodded as well.
She then looked at Di Jun. "Daoist Di Jun, I wish to make an agreement with you."
"I had the same thought." Di Jun's expression turned solemn.
Fang Xun, meanwhile, drew a quiet breath as something occurred to him.
"Within three thousand epochs, the Witch and Demon Tribes shall not engage in large-scale war," Houtu proposed.
"Three thousand epochs?" Di Jun frowned in thought, then raised his fingers to calculate. At last, he nodded lightly. "Agreed."
"Furthermore, Da Luo and Quasi-Saints may not take the initiative in provoking conflict." Di Jun put forward a condition of his own.
"Agreed." Houtu accepted it as well.
"Additionally..."
The two Quasi-Saints had clearly come prepared. Line by line, they supplemented and refined the agreement until it was swiftly finalized.
"Ah..." Fang Xun