Red Center

Beside an enormous tilted cylinder, Li Huowang looked at the Red Center before him, at the Sitting Forgetting Dao before him, and listened as he told him his story.

After he had poured out everything in his heart, expressionless, Li Huowang paused for a moment before speaking. "You were putting on an act, weren't you? At a time like this, is that interesting?"

Hearing Li Huowang's words, Red Center froze for several breaths. Then, with a forceful wipe of his hand, that melted face reverted to Red Center's pattern, and the impassioned expression from before vanished without a trace.

"Not bad, Li Huowang. You actually saw through it. You're not stupid after all."

Everything Red Center had said just now had been an act, all to toy with him like he had once toyed with children.

After everything that had happened, Li Huowang had not forgotten that this man was Sitting Forgetting Dao.

Even if he was also Li Huowang, he was still Sitting Forgetting Dao. Any words that came from a Sitting Forgetting Dao might be false.

"I saw through it because I put myself in your shoes just now. If I were in your position, I wouldn't collapse over something this minor. Besides, you repeat it once every hour. Are you still afraid of breaking down?"

"Haha, true enough. Tell me, what's it like outside? I'm about to suffocate in here."

At those words, Li Huowang's brows gradually furrowed. This Red Center before him was still Li Huowang, yet he was another segment of experience created by Doulao.

It seemed that after this segment of experience had been stripped from his body and left without beginning or end, his personality had become even more extreme.

Seeing that Li Huowang did not respond, Red Center spoke again on his