Little Fatty wore a look of misery. He didn't want to cultivate; he just wanted to live happily, slowly grow fatter, and enjoy himself.
Nine Domains Ringing Sun. He hadn't meant to hurt Zi Yi. He really just didn't want to expose himself.
It was all Wujiang's fault. Why had they gone and bullied people for no reason? They'd changed the entire atmosphere in Heavenly Craft Domain, and even his great-grandmaster had set his sights on him, placing the future of Heavenly Craft Domain on his shoulders. How old was he?
It was also the fault of all those senior brothers, Martial Uncles, Martial Uncles' seniors, and the like for being so useless. Not one of them had earned his great-grandmaster's regard, leaving him to suffer down here underground.
Consciousness? Why bother cultivating consciousness? His consciousness was already pretty good. Sure, he couldn't compare to those arrogant fellows who cultivated artistic conception, but he wasn't bad either.
He crept forward carefully. A candle flame flickered to life, and Little Fatty's heart clenched again. He moved very slowly.
Half an hour later, Little Fatty had only made it a short distance.
A low female voice rang out. "Little Fatty, who sent you here?"
Little Fatty wanted to retort, You're the little fatty! Your whole family's full of little fatties! But he didn't dare. Instead, he put on an honest smile. "My great-grandmaster sent me, Senior. Are you the esteemed Lady Jing?"
"Who's your great-grandmaster? Ling Zuo?"
"Yes."
"Then hurry over here. Look at you, scared out of your wits."
Little Fatty swallowed nervously and quickened his pace.
Soon, he saw a prison, as well as all sorts of creatures. They were all Consciousness Life.
Little Fatty looked at them, and they looked back at him.
Some of these Consciousness Life had