In the towering, primitive ancient forest, countless leisurely birds perched in the trees chirped noisily, venting their vitality.
Occasionally, a breeze swept through, startling a flock of birds into flying panic-stricken in all directions.
At the center of the forest.
There stood a simple, old wilderness courtyard.
The wooden house built from giant logs in the courtyard looked quite old, its exterior radiating an unmistakable, weathered brass hue.
At the courtyard's tea table in front of the wooden house sat two people with extremely mismatched physiques.
"Although I don't know what method Ocean God used to repair my statue, rules are rules. Until Curse Tiger Ancestor God releases me, I'll die the instant I speak." Lance, who stood over four meters tall, looked exactly like a piece of construction machinery.
He carefully picked up the teapot, which was about the size of a bucket, poured a cup of strong tea, and gently placed it in front of Su Mo.
His Source Divine Power had been damaged twice in succession, and his statue had then been destroyed by external force.
Lance had thought that recovering this time would take at least several years.
But to his surprise, after only one night, the other party had completely repaired the statue through some unfathomable method.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you about those things today. I just came in to chat with you." Su Mo sighed. "I really envy you for still having your memories, while I've forgotten too many things."
Lance: "..."
At first listen, there seemed to be nothing wrong with those words. But after thinking carefully, he could sense an intense air of humblebragging.
What did memories matter in the face of strength?
If Lance possessed such strength, would Curse Tiger Ancestor God still dare enslave him? Wouldn't