"Eat it?" Qin Chu raised his eyebrows.

Violet simply replied: "Literally."

Thinking of that kind of scene, Qin Chu felt frightened.

"Witches are lucky. They are chosen by the gods and can gain powerful power."

"Witches are pitiful creatures. They will eventually be swallowed up by this power and lose themselves."

"The power of gods is the seed of hope and the source of despair."

The strong wind outside the hall seemed to become more intense, making a whining sound.

The broken windows swayed and rattled under the strong wind.

Qin Chu took a deep breath, suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and tried to speak in a calm tone: "So, Miss Violet, who is the god you believe in?"

Violet looked at the broken statue behind her with reverence and some complicated eyes.

"Storm Lord!"

"A god that has long since fallen!"

Qin Chu's body felt like it was struck by lightning, and his eyes felt like an earthquake.

Forced calmness cannot control Qin Chu's current feelings.
Chapter completed!