Jing Yuan: She Was Giving Far Too Much

"Uncle Yang, it looks like you... you all know each other?" March 7th looked up at Xina, then turned to Walter Yang beside her. "Since you know each other, let's sit down and have a proper chat. Why resort to fighting and killing? That's so inappropriate!"

As she spoke, March 7th lightly jabbed the gray-haired girl on her left with her elbow. The girl had remained silent, staring blankly at Xina. "Hey, Stelle, don't you think so?"

"Uh, I guess." Stelle casually chimed in, continuing to observe the massive figure that harmonized both divinity and demonic nature.

Strange. I clearly felt like I'd seen her somewhere before, so why couldn't I remember anything at all?

"Since we can talk, then let's talk! But... where should we even begin?!"

Remembering Walter's earlier warning—not to make the first move and give the other side something to hold against them—Jing Yuan did not even draw a weapon. He simply stepped forward, shielding everyone behind him as he began the negotiations.

The corners of Xina's lips lifted slightly as she looked at Jing Yuan with a smile that was not quite a smile. Her sharp gaze swept over him like a blade before shifting toward the dim sky above Scalegorge Waterscape, which at first glance resembled a world before chaos had been divided.

She raised a hand and tore open Scalegorge Waterscape as easily as crushing a wafer biscuit. Then she plucked the star serving as its sun out of the sky and played with it in her hand.

After a while, Xina hung the sun back in its original place and leaned down to look at Jing Yuan. "Since General Jing Yuan believes it would be unwise to use force, then naturally I will not commit needless slaughter here either. I'm a