The Evolution of the Memory Eye

Li Ziran lifted the black tea from the table and swallowed it mouthful by mouthful. Yet this sweet, smooth, refreshing tea felt like Crane's Crown Red that tore his liver and intestines apart, making it hard to swallow. Only this could suppress the blazing fury surging in his heart.

His eyes stared at the lava behemoth slowly moving amid the floating clouds, while an even more radiant smile than ever hung on his face.

"Are you angry?" Bowente asked. "Li Ziran, don't look at me with such an adorable expression. Many people have summed you up: the happier you smile, the angrier you usually are. Still, I like the way you look when you're angry. How about it? Your task is actually very simple. Lead them through the entire process of studying the Destroyer in detail, and you will transcend ordinary lifeforms and become an ancient lifeform. Your soul can then be completely distinguished from these inferior creatures."

Li Ziran did not put away his smile, much less act according to the other man's wishes.

He needed a little initiative.

Ever since entering this bizarre space, he had been inexplicably suppressed.

The other party was slowly pressing him down until he could scarcely breathe.

He could not discuss matters amid this so-called vision of the future. If he wanted the initiative, he needed to be in the field he knew best.

Business, organs, and surgery.

"Do I get paid?" Li Ziran chose the simplest approach. Since the other party had made his intentions clear, Li Ziran wanted compensation.

Otherwise, there was nothing to discuss.

"Compensation?" The abrupt question left Bowente stunned for a moment, as though he was unaccustomed to it.

His fingers lightly brushed his brow, as if he were thinking, or perhaps searching his memories for a scene