The Witch has been the destined arch-enemy in Lu Chenzhou's life since he was young.
He vaguely remembers the shock of seeing the Witch for the first time.
No matter how strong his will or how profound his cultivation, he always felt an instinctive fear when facing the Witch.
But he hid these fears away.
And now, he could face them with complete calmness.
The Witch smiled and said, "Indeed, it has been too long, I've watched you grow up along the way."
The old man in the white robe smiled like a kind and gentle grandfather next door.
"You've come looking for me, not just to reminisce, I suppose," Lu Chenzhou said solemnly.
He was unwilling to deal with the Witch, only wanting to accumulate strength and blow the Witch away in the future.
At present, he still had no chance of winning against the Witch.
"I want to collaborate with you," the Witch said.
"Collaborate? And you can say such things?" Lu Chenzhou sneered.
