The night is tranquil.
In the deep valley, two figures stand opposite each other before the massive corpse of the Three-Crowned Golden Flower Python.
Smoke Fairy slightly furrows her delicate brows at Dark Flower Evil Lord's somewhat teasing tone.
"Are you here for the Three-Crowned Golden Flower Python as well?"
Smoke Fairy's eyes flicker, her ethereal voice emerges.
"Hehe, although the Three-Crowned Golden Flower Python is indeed quite precious, my purpose is not it."
Dark Flower Evil Lord glances at the corpse of the Three-Crowned Golden Flower Python beside him, with a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth, his words turn as he gazes at Smoke Fairy.
"I've admired your name for a long time, Fairy, and am one of your admirers."
Dark Flower Evil Lord looks around at the empty night, smilingly says.
Upon hearing this, Smoke Fairy's snow-white, attractive face beneath the gauze turns slightly cold.
