Thinking about how badly injured Wu Yue had been when she first arrived, Yuan Lang began to feel uncertain.
"That witch… how is she now?"
Although the System had already told her about the witch, Yuan Lang didn't know she could communicate with it, so Wu Yue asked again.
"That witch's obsession runs deep, and she's not just some Witch Disciple from a weak tribe. That's why I wanted to kill her, to prevent any future trouble."
As he spoke, he remembered the Scorpion Tribe Beastmen who had ruined his plans, and his handsome face darkened.
"But just as she was about to die, she was rescued by the Scorpion Tribe's Beastmen. In the end, all I could do was let them go."
With a CREAK of the door being pushed open, Wu Yue's voice sounded beside him. "Come in."
"What? Is the great General afraid of a mere Witch Disciple?"
The young female's voice was laced with a faint, teasing smile. Her shimmering eyes, also smiling, looked up at him, seeming to hold the moonlight within them.
