Wenren Sheng returned to his study, thinking about how to locate the Black Robed Men.
Just then, a voice appeared in his mind again. "They're on Blood Island, in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. But can you even get onto that island?"
It was the voice of the Thousand-Eyed Monster—Ai Han De Bu.
"You're the one behind all this, aren't you?" Wenren Sheng asked coldly.
For someone like this who stirred up trouble and then stood aside to enjoy the spectacle, he felt it would be best if they exploded on the spot.
"No, I never stir up trouble. I only add fuel to the fire and oil to the flames." The Thousand-Eyed Monster laughed, all thousand of its tentacles waving.
Wenren Sheng fell silent for a moment, then said, "What exactly do you want?"
"Of course, I want to watch the show. Don't you humans all enjoy watching circuses? As it happens, so do I. You should feel fortunate that I'm a gentle animal trainer. I even develop feelings for the beasts in those cages."
"Don't keep talking about what humans are like. I don't enjoy watching them, and I've never gone out of my way to do so." Wenren Sheng shook his head.
"Fine. Once you have lifespans as long as ours and strength as great as ours, you'll realize there are too few things in this world that can keep you going. You have to find something to do, or loneliness and boredom will leave you with all sorts of psychological problems."
"You have psychological problems too? I thought every one of you was cold-blooded."
"Cold-blooded creatures can get depressed too. Entertainment is an indispensable part of survival. Any race that doesn't know how to entertain itself will soon be eliminated, because it won't feel that