Xia Wanwan's eyelids twitched.
Oh my goodness, thank heavens he doesn't know that's my Grandmaster!
She continued asking, "How do you plan to get revenge?"
Shen Chuanlian hadn't wanted to answer her, but when he saw Xia Wanwan pull out the Pink Iron Shovel, he impatiently suppressed his anger and continued, "He sealed me away for a thousand years. I want to use his ashes to resurrect him, then make him furious enough to die and seal him inside the World-Suppressing Tower, so he can taste the suffering I endured."
The suffering he endured?
What suffering?
Could even the Demon God suffer?
Xia Wanwan didn't quite understand.
But when she looked at Shen Chuanlian across from her, his young face seemed full of grievances, and the rims of his bright phoenix eyes had already reddened.
Shen Chuanlian fell silent, but his heart truly ached terribly. Ever since returning to his true nature, his emotions had grown increasingly sensitive.
Perhaps only he knew how terrifying that tower had been.
At night, he couldn't hear a single sound. Sometimes, even after dawn broke, it remained dark inside. Not even the moonlight at night had ever graced him.
Yes, all his enemies had died.
But after being sealed away for a thousand years, opening his eyes was no different from keeping them shut. Sometimes, he even wondered whether he had ceased to exist, yet his divine soul could still think!
So quiet!
So quiet that he couldn't make a single sound.
He no longer remembered which year it had been, but a little sparrow had flown into the tower. His divine soul heard its chirping, and it was as though he had suddenly been pulled from the void of nonexistence back into reality. Only then did he realize that he still existed!
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