Chen Lin followed the maid puppet toward the room containing the Sound Transmission Crystal.
He happened to see Anna coming out.
He swept an icy gaze over her, seemingly seething with endless resentment, like a beast ready to choose someone to devour.
This was a reaction he had to show.
After someone had eliminated his story for no reason, showing no resentment would have been abnormal.
Anna glanced at Chen Lin too, but showed no reaction, brushing past him expressionlessly.
Chen Lin then entered the room.
His thoughts immediately turned to his story.
He currently had only two artistic conceptions available: the Tyrant Emperor Artistic Conception and Thunderbolt Meaning. Moreover, he had only just begun to grasp Thunderbolt Meaning.
Grass had a profound understanding of the Thunder Artistic Conception, having even reached perfection, but he was unsure whether he could let her take his place.
Even if he could, it would be useless. Grass did not know the story, and there was not enough time.
Thus, if he wanted to fuse an artistic conception into his voice, he could only use the Tyrant Emperor Artistic Conception.
Chen Lin approached the Sound Transmission Crystal and thought rapidly while it had yet to light up.
If he wanted to use the Tyrant Emperor Artistic Conception, Ali Baba would not work. The two were completely incompatible, so he needed to choose another story.
He already had some ideas for a new story. Otherwise, he would not have traded a Golden Nightmare Coin for the secret art.
The one he had in mind was Journey to the West.
Of course, he could not tell the entire book. He intended to use the Havoc in Heaven section.
Although Sun Wukong in this portion lacked an emperor's bearing, he possessed more than enough domineering spirit, giving