"You talk. I'm listening." Qin He folded his arms.
"No... you have to ask questions. Otherwise, where am I supposed to start?"
"You know perfectly well what I want to know. If you want me to ask, fine—I want to know everything about that Black Wind Prison Lord, including the color of its underwear."
"How the hell would I know that?!"
"It's a metaphor. In one hour, I'm going to fight it. If I lose and come back, you'll be the first one I wipe out. So tell me everything you know. Cut the nonsense." Qin He looked down at him from above.
"Kid, you're courting death!" Star Tide Old Demon was startled upon hearing this. "The Black Wind Prison Lord is a supernatural champion. It's absolutely not something you can handle..."
Qin He said nothing. He merely stared at him coldly.
After they locked eyes for a full three breaths, Star Tide Old Demon finally gave in. It had seen faint killing intent and unwavering resolve in Qin He's eyes. It sighed. "I don't actually know where the Black Wind Prison Lord came from. It's a survivor of the previous supernatural war. Although you weakened it with Samadhi True Fire, I truly don't recommend confronting it head-on. The risk is far too great."
"That's none of your concern. As long as it can be killed, we can talk. How exactly did Samadhi True Fire weaken it?"
"You really have far too many unreasonable things on you. Even in the previous supernatural war, there probably weren't this many. Just who are you?" Star Tide Old Demon looked at Qin He. It had experienced every one of Qin He's methods firsthand. They were too outrageous, and it could not help asking.
Purple Cloud Divine Thunder, Samadhi True Fire, and the Spirit