"Talk?" Qian Cangyi stepped forward, as he continued to approach the Moon Goddess, scenes flashed in his mind that he had once seen, red interwoven with human heads, "What do you want to know? Forgive my frankness, you should be able to directly extract my memory, and..." He took a deep breath and glanced at the blood-colored vortex on the shoulder badge, "...I don't think our meeting is a coincidence."
The Moon Goddess did not answer, slightly turned her body to sit down, and as she sat, a brown long bench appeared below at some unknown time. After that, the Moon Goddess extended her right hand and gently patted the chair beside her, indicating for Qian Cangyi to sit down.
Qian Cangyi closed his eyes, sighed, then opened them again and sat beside the Moon Goddess, his upper body leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, waiting for the Moon Goddess to speak.
