The Witch and Qin Hao, two people who usually have no connection, are chatting so eagerly at this moment in this exotic realm.
If people from the Immortal Spirit Tribe saw this, they would surely exclaim in disbelief.
After all, in their imagination, the Witch is aloof, mysterious, cold, and a demon who kills at will.
But at this moment, the Witch is laughing from time to time, and occasionally echoing, is he still that demon?
"Brother Wu, seeing your elegant demeanor, you must have been a Noble Young Master from a prominent family when you were young."
Qin Hao throws a proper compliment.
"Hehe, you could say that, my family background was quite illustrious at the time, and it was precisely because of this that I was admitted to the sect under special circumstances..." The more they talk, the brighter the Witch's mood becomes, speaking very joyfully.
"Sect? Brother Wu, with such extraordinary talent, your sect must be very remarkable." Qin Hao's eyes shine.
