The light in the other half of the space did not retaliate, tacitly allowing the presence of the newcomer.
In the space between darkness and light, there is a table that occupies half on each side, with two cups of hot tea on it.
Lying leisurely in the darkness, Ning Feng gently blew on the steam rising from his teacup.
On the other side of the table, Cecilia was adding sugar to her black tea.
Raising an eyebrow, the true demon king in the prophecy kindly raised an eyebrow and advised:
"Hey, you added a bit too much sugar, didn't you? Be careful, you might gain weight."
The supreme deity chuckled and tilted his head, asking in return:
"You really think of yourself as an ordinary person? Are you afraid of getting burned?"
If the scorching sun can't burn you, how could a cup of hot tea possibly scald you?
Are you kidding me?
"Haha, it's just a personal habit. I don't like food that's too hot."
"Eating too much can increase the risk of esophageal cancer."
hehe.
Listening to Ning Feng's nonsense, the Lord of Holy Light, who had the same face as Cecilia, gave him a deep look, then chuckled twice with an ambiguous meaning.
"I've actually always had a question."
Blinking, Ning Feng put down his teacup and made a gesture of listening attentively.
"Oh? Go ahead."
Setting down the last sugar cube and stirring it with a teaspoon, the Lord of Holy Light asked in a casual tone:
How should I address you now?
"Ning Feng? [Prophet]? [Sage]? Or [Demon King]?"
"Or perhaps..."
She paused for a moment, then looked up calmly into the man's eyes and asked with a smile:
"[World Will]?"
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