"Goddess, the Divine Hall of Life cannot fall, and we must be the ones to control the Law of life. To restart the Forgotten Dust World, you are already shouldering far too much. You are destined to become a supreme existence, an Empress. The ants along your path—those lowly, wretched things—are not worthy of distracting you."
Ji Yuechan's tone was calm, yet fervent.
Though her words were deferential, her tone carried a sharp edge. It was more than a reminder to Ji Yueqi; it held a faint trace of a threat.
"Yes, the scenery along the path is merely scenery. I know that. Besides, you are my Maid, but you are also my sister!"
Ji Yueqi said lightly.
Upon hearing this, Ji Yuechan's body trembled slightly, and she remained silent.
