"So that's how it was..."
The gloom between Matilda's brows dissipated. She lifted her teacup again, returning to the relaxed demeanor she had worn at the beginning.
She even pinched up a blood-soaked snake tendon and tossed it into her mouth.
It was as though the thought at that moment had taken tangible form before everyone through the faint sounds of her chewing.
Without revealing anything, Black Whale glanced sideways at the woman beside him.
As he looked at her crimson-stained lips, a twisted urge rose uncontrollably within him—to crush her completely and meld her into his flesh and blood.
She clearly cared deeply about the past, yet still insisted on pretending to be cold.
What an affectation!
So what if I failed to take you on Final Stage back then?
Didn't you still come crawling back in the end?
A miracle painstakingly directed and arranged, forged through the sacrifice of authority—
How could it possibly be forgotten just like that?
"Matilda... in the end, you're still livestock I raised. You'll never escape the palm of my hand!"
Black Whale thought viciously.
Just then, he noticed that the Qiongqi supervisor across from him was silently studying him, and he could not help but freeze.
As he returned a puzzled look, the other party happened to speak.
"I haven't seen this guest before. Could you be an outside powerhouse who has only recently arrived in this realm?"
"Oh, not at all. I'm a native of this realm. It's just that I stayed in the God Realm before this and rarely showed myself in the real world."
"Is that so?" Qiongqi sounded somewhat surprised.
"After the Great Revival, there have been countless Players in this realm. But someone as powerful as you, a God's Chosen One, should have at least been recorded