A phantom appeared before the Witch, a middle-aged man wearing a Golden Crown, cloaked in Dragon God Armor. His eyes seemed to carry endless cycles of reincarnation, making one unable to avoid getting immersed in them.
"Guardian of the Abyss Realm, is your proposal an insult to our Dragon Clan?" the middle-aged man snapped coldly, "Even if our Dragon Clan declines, we would never seek refuge in another plane just to eke out an existence!"
"When your race's legacy is on the brink of extinction, where does such arrogance come from?" the Witch remarked calmly, seeing the middle-aged man. "Since you know I am the Guardian of the Abyss Realm, you must also realize that I am well aware of your Dragon Clan's current plight. Cooperate with my Abyss Realm; hand over the Dragon Clan's Treasure, and I promise ten thousand years of prosperity for your Dragon Clan!"
The middle-aged man fell silent, staring intently at the Witch: "Your promise is laughable! Do you think I would agree to it?"
