"Let me tell you, Eldest Senior Brother..."
Atop Zhuyin's Demon God statue, Chen Changsheng sat opposite Ouyang, seemingly with an endless supply of things to say.
The Witch from the Zhuj iu Tribe, their eldest Martial Uncle Chongming's own daughter, had been casually tossed aside by Chen Changsheng. No one paid her any attention.
Chen Changsheng's mouth was like a little loudspeaker blessed with divine power, chattering away without pause.
Memories of his time on Little Mountain Peak.
His experiences among the Devil Race.
The changes in his strength now.
Whatever he could talk about, Chen Changsheng rattled on without stopping.
As for what he could not say, Chen Changsheng instinctively concealed it all. He knew that if he laid out his entire plan for his Eldest Senior Brother,
he would inevitably get a few more resounding slaps before his Eldest Senior Brother dragged him home.
Facing his Eldest Senior Brother as Chen Changsheng once again, he felt an indescribable ease and an indescribable peace of mind.
It was as though drifting duckweed had found its roots. Though it still drifted on the water, it was firmly rooted upon its surface.
Ouyang listened quietly. How had Third Brother turned into such a chatterbox after one trip away, spilling every little scrap of detail?
Though it was all useless chatter, Ouyang listened with relish.
"Eldest Senior Brother, you... don't blame me, do you?" Chen Changsheng looked at Ouyang and asked cautiously.
Since Ouyang had come here, he had naturally tacitly accepted Chen Changsheng's coming to the Demon Realm, but Chen Changsheng still asked with some apprehension.
"Blame you? For what?" Ouyang asked in surprise.
"I've already become the strongest person beneath the Great Demon Venerable. If I said I was an undercover agent, I imagine you wouldn't believe me." Chen Changsheng