Qin Feng received a string of soul messages from White Bud.
He was a little speechless.
He replied, "You're the little boy. Your whole family's little boys."
White Bud: "Hahaha-hic! Don't be mad, little boy... Sigh! I'm just a poor weapon, yet you keep your guard up against me. That's so unfair. That membrane around you is really dazzling!"
Qin Feng was a little curious. "You can see it?"
White Bud: "I am the Soul Emperor's successor, after all. I can see everything on the soul level perfectly clearly~"
Qin Feng: "Fine. Since you're an old hag who's been locked up for five hundred years, I won't hold that nickname against you."
White Bud: "???"
Qin Feng got straight to the point. "Enough nonsense. Tell me the basics about yourself. What was your Sea-Sky Star Civilization like, and why were you turned into a weapon?"
White Bud: "Want to know? Give me some lifespan. I'm almost out."
Qin Feng: "How much do you want?"
White Bud tossed out a casual figure. "Let's start with eight hundred thousand to a million years."
Qin Feng choked on the spot. "How much?!"
White Bud: "You're an authority's successor, aren't you? Don't tell me you don't even have eight hundred thousand to a million years of lifespan. Are you doing that badly?"
Qin Feng was a little speechless.
If he had some more time to develop, it wasn't as though he couldn't produce that much lifespan.
But...
Why should he give it to her?
Can a mere weapon really turn the world upside down?
So Qin Feng sneered. "I've only been in the game for a little over a month. I don't have that much lifespan. Now that you're in my hands, I'd advise you to behave."
White Bud didn't believe him at all.