"I was just curious how you turned into a child," Xia Wanwan asked, tilting her head.
She had to admit, the Demon God had reason to hate ugly things. He was quite handsome himself. Even as a child, he was a beautiful one, with looks so enchanting they were almost demonic.
Didn't the Nanmei Kingdom take the Grandmaster's ashes back to revive him? How did he come back as such a weakling?
As she pondered this, Xia Wanwan poked Shen Chuanlian's little cheek again.
Shen Chuanlian glared at her, then helplessly swallowed his anger. Forget it, forget it. Who knows what this child is capable of? Angering her would cost more than it's worth.
As long as she wasn't in league with the Patriarch of the Mystic Sect, he could put up with her for the sake of her pretty face.
"That damned Patriarch of the Mystic Sect swapped his ashes for lime. I revived using a skeleton molded from a pile of lime, but the lime couldn't withstand my divine soul and collapsed on the spot. In the end, I turned into this."
Sometimes, Shen Chuanlian truly began to doubt everything.
A thousand years ago, he had clearly been a Great Demon whose very name struck terror into people's hearts. No one could stop him, no matter what he did.
All that had happened was a mere thousand years trapped beneath the World-Suppressing Tower.
Why had everything he did gone wrong since he escaped?
First, negotiations with East Lin had fallen apart. Then he had gone to Southern Mei and finally obtained that old man's ashes, only for the ashes to turn out to be lime, making him a laughingstock right in front of the old man.
He hadn't found Phoenix at all. He had found Qilin, but Qilin