Leaning on a Big Thigh

"Are you... lying to me?" The pitch-black being spoke like a network call with a bad signal, its voice choppy and stuttering as it echoed in Cang Nan's mind.

"Since when was there ever a desert around here?"

Cang Nan was not surprised by the question. In fact, he had long been mentally prepared for it.

This palace, buried deep beneath the desert, did not fit the current style of Hueco Mundo at all, whether in its exterior or interior decor.

Unless there were aliens in the three realms of the Soul Reapers, this building could only have come from ancient times.

In his previous life, he had devoured all kinds of...