A rule that had developed self-awareness.
It even possessed a vague physical form.
It was simply rarer than a Legendary Wizard!
Jiang Yu didn't know whether her eyes were shining right now. If they were, she hoped Lord "Death" before her could forgive this tiny flaw. If her hands hadn't been shackled in chains, she would have pulled out her little notebook long ago and eagerly recorded everything she saw and heard.
If possible, she might even have asked Lord "Death" to grant her a small piece of the robe it wore. If it were willing to give her a drop or two of blood, or a strand or two of hair, that would have been even better.
Of course, she knew those latter thoughts were nothing but wishful thinking.
Even if Death were willing to give them to her, with her current abilities, she wouldn't be able to receive such a gift.
Still, if she couldn't take away even a trace of Death, taking away its knowledge would already be an enormous gain.
So, once she realized this "Death" was easy to talk to and didn't mind answering her questions, the Witch immediately fired off a string of questions without hesitation.
"Do you remember how you were born? Do you have a name? I mean, aside from the conceptual title of 'Death'..."
"You may call me 'Death'... As for my birth, when I opened my eyes, I knew that I was Death. Death has no birth. Death has always existed."
Black Robes' tone was as calm as before, but for some reason, the Witch felt that she sensed an extremely faint trace of pride? That was a most unusual emotion.
She made a note of it in her heart.
Since she didn't know how many more questions she could