"Last time, after you reported the situation, Luo Lan, we investigated with some sages. Although we haven't found the hidden person behind the scenes, I initially suspect that she is a witch, and an old opponent with extremely skilled methods."

"Is there hostility and hatred between witches?" asked Loran Hill.

"Yes, and this hatred will be more lasting and unforgettable than that of ordinary people." Si Ye raised his head and said lightly.

"Because the hatred of ordinary people will slowly dissipate in history and time with the death of themselves or the other party."

"But witches are different."

"Those who have hurt you and disgusted you have not disappeared with the passage of time, but are still alive. Her willful actions and laughter make it difficult for you to live your life with peace of mind." Although Si Ye usually looks like a large enamel doll, petite and cute, the words he said at this time are like the heavy gauze of time, which makes people feel painful and depressed.

"Okay, okay, stop saying these gloomy things, Si Ye." Chris patted her friend's shoulder gently, and the brightness in her voice diluted the heavy atmosphere just now.

"So, after the Second Era, witches generally became more cautious in interacting with newly acquainted witches, trying not to make enemies. If there were any disputes, they would discuss and resolve them at tea parties rather than resorting to private brawls."

"After all, there are only a few people left in this world who can talk to each other and be friends." Chris said softly as she helped Si Ye tidy up her messed-up hair. The observatory also fell into a brief period of peace and tranquility.