Yang Chen rubbed his brow. "I can understand, but I won't jump to conclusions for now. That's how I do things."
"I will wait for your answer," the Weapon Spirit said calmly. "But I hope you won't make me wait too long, because neither you nor I have much time left. If the Weapon Spirit escapes its predicament, the first person it kills will definitely be you!"
Yang Chen knew the Weapon Spirit was deliberately trying to frighten him, but he was not afraid. As for right and wrong, he had his own ability to judge.
The Weapon Spirit's words were mysterious, and its story was coherent, but he still needed to verify it before reaching a conclusion.
"It's getting late. I should be leaving too." Yang Chen waved his hand.
Kunpeng immediately followed behind Yang Chen.
Just like that, Yang Chen and Kunpeng left the seabed and headed straight for the surface.
When they reached the sea, who knew how many days had passed within the Mountain River Destruction Map? Yang Chen saw that phantom projection seemed to have become even clearer.
Yang Chen frowned and murmured, "So fast!"
"Young Master!" Kunpeng trembled as he stared toward the phantom projection.
Yang Chen remained as calm as ever. "Let's go!"
"Little fellow, would you be interested in coming over here and listening to my story... Don't let that hateful Weapon Spirit's one-sided words mislead you. I suppose it must have told you about the Spirit God Clan's vile deeds, but I'm telling you, do not be deceived by its words. Our Spirit God Clan has always repaid kindness with gratitude, and I, Peng Wanli, am even more so. I believe that once you hear my story, you will understand."
The voice drifted into his ears, long and lingering.
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