The young girl nodded lightly. "My name is Diao."
"Diao, hello."
He had never heard this name before; Li Ang could not recall whether he had seen her.
After the young girl finished saying her name, she fell silent for a while, merely leading Li Ang forward through the shallow water that had just barely covered the tops of their feet.
Ahead, on the horizon of the marshland plain that resembled eternal night, a few wavering flames could be seen; that was the witch sacrifice village they were heading to.
Though this was a place detached from the world, transcendent, where everyone cultivated the Ancient Witch path, there was still a hierarchy here. It was just that the class distinctions were not as sharp as in the outside world; titles were basically divided only by the depth of one's cultivation, and only the few ranked near the front, and those revered by others, could issue commands that others would follow.
