"Haah~"
The Great Demon let out a huge yawn, then lazily waved her slender hand.
Wang Chen awkwardly closed his mouth.
He had spoken for an entire shichen, until his mouth was dry and his tongue parched.
He had recounted everything he knew about what had happened within and outside the Yunyang Sect over the past dozen or so years.
Yet the more she listened, the more bored she seemed.
What a difficult one to serve!
The Great Demon frowned and asked disappointedly, "That's it? There's not a bit of fun in any of it."
Wang Chen said helplessly, "Senior, this disciple is of humble status. What I know is truly limited."
He was neither a storyteller of Longmen nor an all-knowing Jianghu informant, with no ability to know astronomy above and geography below.
How many of the sect's secrets could he possibly know?
"That won't do."
The Great Demon curled her lips. "You need to tell me something interesting, or don't expect me to Make a Move and help you."
Something interesting?
A flash of inspiration crossed Wang Chen's mind, and he asked tentatively, "Then... may this disciple tell a story?"
The Great Demon smiled sweetly. "Of course, as long as it satisfies me."
For eight hundred and seventy-three years, she had been suppressed here for a full eight hundred and seventy-three years.
Though she spent most of that time asleep, whenever she awoke to face the empty Cave Dwelling and the eight demon-binding pillars, the loneliness was beyond measure.
Now that she had finally caught hold of an interesting little fellow, naturally she had to fleece him hard.
As long as she did not break him.
"Ahem!"
Wang Chen cleared his throat and, gathering his courage, began. "It is said that in Dongsheng Divine Continent, there was a