Locking Onto Spiritual Hidden Island
Liu Sinan finished the fried rice. What he ate was not the flavor, but the memories.
"Brother Liu."
Jun Changxiao said, "Can you tell me your story?"
Since the food suited his palate, it was time to press the advantage. Only by finding a crack could he swing his little hoe.
"I have no story."
Liu Sinan gently set down his spoon and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Sect Master Jun."
Whoosh!
He carried the Stone Coffin on his back, rose to his feet, and left.
No way? He was leaving just like that?
Jun Changxiao shook his head and went downstairs to settle the bill. By the time he stepped out of the restaurant, Liu Sinan had already reached the end of the street, his back gradually swallowed by the crowd.
"Ha ha."
The system gloated, "You treated him for nothing!"
Jun Changxiao said, "He is a very gracious man. I believe he will remember this meal."
"Tch."
The system snorted coldly.
Jun Changxiao left Sea King City.
Next, he would wander aimlessly around the West Sea and see whether he could stumble across any clues.
On a seaside reef, Liu Sinan sat cross-legged with the Stone Coffin before him. Gazing out at the boundless sea, he was still lost in the countless sorrows and emotions stirred by the fried rice.
Demon Domain.
Yi Jian Mei's song continued to linger above the Devil Ancestor's head.
At that moment, he stood inside the empty equipment-forging workshop, one hand clutching his chest and the other braced against the wall. Drops of remaining blood splattered down, enough to gather into a lake.
"Why..."
"Why is this happening..."
This Devil Ancestor was powerful, yet excessively cautious. Before his death, he had left behind countless contingencies, all