Late at night, on the boundless wilderness, a bonfire danced, illuminating the dark world of men.
Before the fire, two figures sat facing each other, having spoken for a long while.
"Have you made up your mind?"
Ning Chen glanced at the woman before him and said calmly, "Whether we become enemies or friends rests entirely on a single thought from you, miss."
The Dark Moon Witch Queen fell silent. After a long while, she raised her head to look at the demonic clouds rapidly spreading over from afar and said, "Go. They will catch up soon."
Hearing this, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "In the future war between the two realms, I hope the Witch Clan can avoid battle as much as possible. War is merciless. Once one steps onto the battlefield, no one can afford to show mercy."
"I understand."
The Dark Moon Witch Queen nodded.
"Until we meet again."
Ning Chen rose to his feet, offered his farewell, and did not linger any longer before turning away.
Not long after his demonic incarnation departed, demonic clouds rolled in from the distant heavens. Within them, golden light shone dazzlingly as a woman wreathed in radiance descended from the sky, heroic and imposing like a Goddess of War.
Before the bonfire, the Dark Moon Witch Queen sat quietly, watching the Golden Light King descend. Her calm expression did not stir in the slightest.
"Where is he?" the Golden Light King asked.
"He left," the Dark Moon Witch Queen replied indifferently.
"Why did you not stop him?" The Golden Light King's expression darkened.
"You have pursued him for so long, Golden Light King. Have you ever managed to stop him?" the Dark Moon Witch Queen said evenly.
At those words, the Golden Light King's face turned cold.