Who Says They're Not a Herrscher?

Even the water's surface still bore traces of the aura left behind after White Night Dragon and Luo Mio's battle.

On the largest remaining piece of the Field, Luo Mio and White Night Dragon had both fallen onto it.

Yet neither of them looked injured. Instead, they looked like two children who had happily played and tussled with each other, their faces relaxed and delighted.

Sitting on a fragment of the Field, Luo Mio watched the sky gradually return to normal and softly laughed at White Night Dragon, who lay beside him.

"How was it? This was the magnificent 'farewell' I specially prepared for you."

Hearing Luo Mio's words, White Night Dragon, with a little dust on her face, froze for a moment before bursting into hearty laughter.

"Not bad. I liked it very much."

"But speaking of which, even if you've regained your strength, there's no need to return to the Upper Layer so soon, is there, White Night Dragon?"

Hearing Luo Mio's words, White Night Dragon sat up and looked toward the restored sky, as though she were gazing at the Upper Layer.

"I have some doubts myself, but there's no helping it. You know that I only earned the trust of those people above by converting to Buddhism, lowering my Divinity, and obtaining the Yaksha godhood. Now that I've returned that godhood, those people naturally want me to go back to the Upper Layer as soon as possible, lest I do something beyond their expectations."

Luo Mio glanced at White Night Dragon.

"Looks like it hasn't been easy for you either."

"Yeah..."

After the two enjoyed the quiet for a while, White Night Dragon suddenly recalled the terrifying strength Luo Mio had displayed. Surprise and a trace of worry appeared in her eyes.

"By the way, is