"Lady Saint, can you come down and talk to us? It's exhausting to chat like this; our necks are about to snap." Xia Yue couldn't bear craning her neck to chat anymore, and the need to shout was just bothersome.
She initially thought that the Witch Clan's Saint wouldn't agree, but surprisingly, the Saint directly descended from above.
Xia Yue was speechless, as the sight of her descending was strikingly elegant.
"Speak." The Witch Clan Saint took out a chair from her Universe Bag and put it in front of them.
Yan Mo and the others were a bit taken aback by her action. This Saint was not at all how they had imagined.
They had assumed that the Saint would be aloof, cold hearted, or even sly and insidious.
But they had never expected her to be so casual and straightforward.
Xia Yue quickly glanced at the Witch Clan Saint and said, "Lady Saint, our talk could be a long one, so how about we snack while we chat? It would make the conversation less dull."
