The Great Shaman's hatred for the Silent Zone was beyond doubt. After all, several thousand prime years had simply been wasted like this.
But that did not stop him from carefully studying its mechanisms before destroying it.
"This is..." Little Sister could not help saying, "Sorry."
"It doesn't matter," the Great Shaman said, taking it in stride. "If you hadn't come looking, I might have been trapped until I died."
"Little Qu, what's the plan here?" True Monarch Boping asked. "It feels like it can't be compressed."
The next moment, something that puzzled the Great Shaman appeared again. That junior actually said, "I think it might not be a bad thing."
"Use it directly as bait?" Mobius Ring spoke up.
"Mm." Hearing that, Qu Jianlei nodded. "A slightly higher-grade bait might improve the success rate."
"Bait?" Hearing that, the Great Shaman spoke up again. "What are you trying to catch? Do you need my help?"
It was the same as before. Shaman Cultivators might be biased against Cultivators, but brothers who split the family were still bound by blood.
He had been the first to discover this Silent Zone, but since the other side could make a special trip here, they had clearly done plenty of preparation too.
There was no reason for something naturally formed like this to belong to any one person, especially when he had not achieved control over the Silent Zone.
So he did not think that simply leaving meant he had repaid the favor.
More importantly, Shaman Cultivators acted as they pleased and did not like owing debts—that might disrupt the rhythm of their lives.
True Monarch Boping looked at him speechlessly. After thinking for a moment, he pointed upward, then made a "keep quiet" gesture.
In the end, the Great Shaman was also a