Dim underground space.
Puster and the witch from White Mist City looked at each other in a strange ambiance, maintaining a lengthy silence, as if the one to speak first would lose.
Eventually, Puster couldn't hold back and broke the stalemate, "You come from White Mist City, while I come from Black Evil Castle—yes, indeed from Black Evil Castle. If I'm not mistaken, we should both have the same goal, and that's Guluo's Holy Land Key, right?"
"You're not being foolish this time," the witch retorted coldly, looking at Puster, "Indeed, I came to obtain Guluo's Holy Land Key."
"Did you get it?" Puster immediately demanded, his eyes impassioned.
"Ha!" The witch looked at Puster's expression, laughed out loud, and after a few seconds, her expression turned solemn, "Of course, I didn't get it!"
Puster was taken aback, raised his eyebrows, and said to the witch, "You didn't get it? You think I would believe that?"
