With a contented sigh, Lin Qi lightly clapped his hands. "So it really is a small world! Only something as miraculous as a small world would be worth wasting precious Eternal Particles on!"
Arushiman's body convulsed violently. Then sweat poured from him like slurry, and he collapsed limply onto the sofa, unable to move. Lin Qi rose to his feet and looked down coldly at Arushiman, speaking slowly, one word at a time. "But I'm still very curious. When did you begin building this small world? With thirty standard units of Eternal Particles, there's no way you could have made this small world escape the great destruction of the cosmic calamity like the Origin Realm did! Who helped you survive that terrible tribulation?"
With a despairing groan, Arushiman closed his eyes. He bit his lips hard, and a thread of dark green blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had displayed his most resolute stance of opposition—he would rather bite off his own tongue than say another word to Lin Qi.
Poor Arushiman had finally realized that no matter how cautious and careful he was, as long as he opened his mouth and spoke to Lin Qi, he could never hide anything from him. Perhaps Lin Qi himself was not that powerful, but the truly formidable ones were those strange fellows inside him—they knew the Celestial Sprite Clan inside out, understood their psychological weaknesses and all sorts of peculiar habits, and knew how best to grasp every word, every movement, and every action Arushiman made.
"Heal his injuries. I want a healthy Grand Elder of the Celestial Sprite Clan!" Lin Qi looked coldly at Arushiman and waved a hand. "Also, bring me ten thousand of the elf captives taken this time. Return their armor and weapons