Little Bad King was glad-glad he was only a Traveler in the Myriad Spirits Garden Secret Realm, an observer, rather than someone caught up in those events back then. Reality did not force him to make any choices. He could even view everything from an almost godlike perspective, occasionally moved, or filled with compassion.
He only wanted to watch, not judge these events from any position or perspective. He was not truly a living being, nor had he truly been born in this era. He felt that even one extra word from him would be unnecessary, that he had no right to say it.
Only after Old Cao finished telling this "story," utterly immersed in it, did he realize his face was covered in tears. He hated this pathetic hypocrisy of wanting things both ways. With a slight surge of spiritual qi, he evaporated the tear tracks.
The tears vanished and his emotions settled, but the agonizing pain of the old ailment in his abdomen intensified, eating away at his reason bit by bit.
Enduring pain that seemed about to tear both body and soul apart, he tried his best to keep his expression calm, then asked Little Bad King in a trembling voice, "I... I've told you everything. Do you believe me?"
"I do," Little Bad King admitted frankly. "It differs a little from what I guessed, but it's close enough."
"In that case, let's make this trade...!" Cao Shouyi desperately wanted to appear confident, but the wretched exhaustion brought on by his recurring ailment still lent his voice a trace of pleading.
Little Bad King understood him. He picked up the porcelain bottle containing the Star-Nourishing Pills and slowly held it out.
Excitement flickered in Old Cao's eyes, and he reached for the bottle.
Whoosh!
Unexpectedly, Little Bad