Looking at Leng Wumo before him, Su Xin remained silent. Leng Wumo, meanwhile, was deeply uneasy, because he had no idea how Su Xin intended to deal with him.
Though it seemed that Su Xin did not intend to kill him, he still felt uncertain. The feeling of being the fish on the chopping block was not pleasant.
Though he had inherited the memories of the former Great Heavenly Demon Venerable, he was not the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable himself, but an independent living being. Though he had lived for nearly ten thousand years, he had spent all ten thousand of those years as a prisoner, trapped within that Ancient Battlefield. When it came to scheming, even a hundred of him would not be Su Xin's match.
Thus, all he could do now was wait—wait to see how Su Xin intended to handle him.
After a long while, Su Xin finally said, "Do you want to reconstruct your body and roam freely through the Jianghu?"
Leng Wumo said gloomily, "If you had been trapped for nearly ten thousand years, unable even to move your body, you would not ask such a question."
A faint smile appeared on Su Xin's lips. "I can fulfill your wish."
"What do you want?" Leng Wumo asked.
Su Xin pointed at himself. "Submission! What I want is your submission. I can help you reconstruct your body, but you must submit to me!"
Upon hearing this, Leng Wumo had just been about to refuse outright, but when he saw the icy look in Su Xin's eyes, he forcefully swallowed those words back down.
As a Demon Spirit born of heaven and earth, Leng Wumo had always looked down somewhat upon human martial artists like Su Xin.
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