And when those eyes, carrying the might of the heavens, fell upon the homebody witch who was rescuing in solitude, there was finally some emotion in her cold gaze.
However, it was not concern, but disdain.
A mere mortal, worthy of her action?
They were just ants, easily crushed.
Dorothy, who had been drinking in solitude, also noticed this visitor from heaven, and she couldn't help but smile.
A sinister smile.
She didn't like the look in this visitor from heaven's eyes.
"Second Brother, let's taste the flavor of the Celestial's blood together."
Without hesitation, she pushed aside the demon beside her who was feeding her wine, and stood up.
The homebody witch stood tall, like a green pine, immensely strong, her qi soaring to the heavens. Her spear, which she considered a brother, was equally straight, its spear light shining brightly, as if it could pierce the sky.
