Hearing the commanding tone in Chaos Witch's voice, Qiu Tu did not respond directly. Instead, he looked at Chaos Witch with a smile.
Who are you to assign me a task?
Setting aside the fact that he and Chaos Witch had never had a superior-subordinate relationship, even if they had, given his current strength and status, she had no right to start ordering him around.
Moreover, although Mo Li had stayed by his side for over a year, their relationship could only be described as superficially harmonious.
Especially since she seemed to have plotted against Zhao Ji and La Riluo before. Even now, Qiu Tu had not figured out what exactly she had been plotting, making their relationship even more delicate.
Therefore, whether publicly or privately, Chaos Witch had no right to give Qiu Tu orders.
Besides, Crisis Intuition had not been triggered. Thus, Qiu Tu stood there calmly, silently watching Chaos Witch without saying a word.
Seeing that Qiu Tu did not take the bait, Chaos Witch, seated high upon her divine throne, lightly furrowed her brows.
Her night-black hair hung loosely behind her, with several unruly strands falling across her full chest. Her dark golden eyes flickered with a piercing gleam. An abyssal, prison-like aura pressed toward Qiu Tu, as though forcing him to submit.
Yet Qiu Tu seemed completely unaffected by her threat. Like a reef standing in the center of the hall, he let the Chaos Witch, who seemed to have grown as vast as heaven and earth, crash against him with waves weighing ten thousand tons.
He remained utterly unmoved.
Chaos Witch watched him silently.
A moment later, a smile suddenly appeared on Chaos Witch's face, and her aura receded like the tide.
The next second, a familiar voice sounded beside Qiu Tu's ear. "Looks