“Are you saying that peaceful coexistence would lead to better development for both sides?” Su Zhaoyu furrowed her brow slightly.

“Exactly,” Lu Feng said.

“Impossible.” Situ Qingxue crossed her arms, voice icy.

*Look at her—acting all tsundere again.*

Lu Feng gave a subtle nod, signaling Su Zhaoyu to follow him inside.

Situ Qingxue kept her cold gaze locked on Su Zhaoyu, wary of any sudden move.

*This conflict runs deep,* Lu Feng mused.

“You’re the stronger party. If you want reconciliation, you must take the lead,” Lu Feng said.

“I see no need for it,” Su Zhaoyu replied with a cold smile.

Wars between humans and demons weren’t rare. Peaceful coexistence was empty talk—the hatred between them couldn’t vanish overnight.

“You *must* reconcile,” Lu Feng’s eyes sharpened. “If you cling to grudges, the moment even a tiny third party intervenes, both sides will reap what they sow.”

“As a leader, you’ve noticed those rat-like figures lurking nearby… yet paid them little mind, haven’t you?”

*Situ Qingxue’s the protagonist—protagonist aura and all. Cross her? You’re dead.*

*Su Zhaoyu’s a top corporate executive—a major player. In novels, she’d be either the hero’s benefactor or a boss-level antagonist. Seems decent now, but a petty schemer could twist her over trivialities.*

*The instigator? Usually some narrow-eyed nobody everyone overlooks.*

*Both women are tough cookies. A clash means mutual ruin. Time for this “dialogue-healing NPC” to step in.*

Third-party… rat-like… Su Zhaoyu’s pupils contracted sharply.

*Pantheon Cult!*

Always hidden in shadows, easily ignored—but lately, Su Zhaoyu had uncovered unsettling clues.

Though small in appearance, the Pantheon Cult’s hidden strength defied even her full investigation.

The God of Medicine’s warning was clear: no large-scale war—never let them exploit the chaos.

*They’ve been waiting for us to be blinded by hatred…*

And she *had* been blinded. Lacking clarity.

*Truly a supreme deity—omniscient, farsighted—pointing out what I missed.*

“I understand. I shall heed your guidance,” Su Zhaoyu said with a slight bow.

“Remember: never ignore the seemingly insignificant. The moment you sense something amiss—act decisively.”

Lu Feng raised his palm and sliced the air.

*Cut ties with potential schemers.*

Su Zhaoyu nodded.

*Understood. Eliminate the Pantheon Cult first.*

Lu Feng smiled inwardly. *Receptive to advice. Good.*

*If Su Zhaoyu concedes without bruising Situ Qingxue’s pride, this tsundere will soften.*

*Ah, the beauty of BFFs…*

“Go. Speak with her clearly. Don’t leave gaps for others to exploit,” Lu Feng said warmly.

Su Zhaoyu bowed slightly again and approached Situ Qingxue.

“Let’s form an alliance.”

“Huh?” Situ Qingxue blinked, processing the words before replying coldly, “An alliance… with your demon race?”

“Believe it or not, I no longer wish to wage war on your Eastern Empire,” Su Zhaoyu stated coolly.

“Joking? Can millennia of grudges just vanish?”

“Yes. I’ve let go.” Su Zhaoyu held her gaze, ice in her eyes.

*This woman… acting like she’s been guided by a master?* Situ Qingxue frowned.

“Reason?”

“His instruction.” Su Zhaoyu glanced toward Lu Feng.

Lu Feng waved with a gentle smile.

Su Zhaoyu returned a faint one.

*Blinded by love?* Situ Qingxue’s eyes flicked between them, puzzled.

*Please don’t be this melodramatic…*

*But in a novel? Absolutely.*

*Classic trope: the clinic doctor once saved the Demon Emperor. She fell. Countless trials. Human-demon romance. Reincarnation love. Finally reunited.*

*This life, the man she adores hates conflict—so the ruthless, lonely-at-the-top tyrant changes everything… just to be with “that man.”*

*Too cliché. Situ Qingxue refused to imagine further.*

*In those dramas, women like her rarely get happy endings… Heh.*

*Three seconds of silence for her.*

*Situ Qingxue knew she’d transmigrated into a story. This plot? Understandable.*

*Three minutes of silence for the author—padding clichés to hit the stipend word count.*

*Still… Su Zhaoyu’s words held weight.*

“Hmm… If your side initiates a ceasefire, we’ll consider it. I’ll personally persuade the Hero Association headquarters,” Situ Qingxue said.

“Naturally,” Su Zhaoyu smiled.

“Also—please have the Hero Association watch the Pantheon Cult.”

“The Pantheon Cult?” Situ Qingxue recalled faintly.

“They’re dangerous. My intel suggests they’re plotting something major. Why not join forces to eliminate them? Remove the threat *and* strengthen our alliance. What do you think?”

“Sounds reasonable. Worth considering,” Situ Qingxue mused.

Suddenly, both women’s eyes flicked toward the door.

“Seems a little mouse has scurried by,” Su Zhaoyu said with a faint smile.