Hey, hey, hey, what was going on with you, Li Xianfeng? Zhang Ming rolled his eyes.
Don't push your luck.
You only had one listener. Did you really think he couldn't tell?
He really couldn't do this.
Seeds? He didn't have any!
He wanted white rice himself.
And moving the Black Tortoise Continent over for you was impossible too. Dream on...
Zhang Ming felt no moral obligation whatsoever. He had already done enough for humanity. Internal warfare, racial tensions, religious conflicts-how the hell was he supposed to resolve disputes that had existed since time immemorial?
"Li Xianfeng, even if we had seeds that yielded ten thousand jin per mu and a new continent, would humanity stop fighting?"
"They'd still fight."
"Would having the Human Breathing Technique eliminate social classes? They'd still exist."
"That's just how the world works. Even Thanos doesn't have the power to fix it."
Zhang Ming gave a self-deprecating chuckle, picked up the Ice Spear, and slipped it into the big fish's belly, making a gentle cut.
Cold light glinted off the spearhead as it neatly separated the fish's skin from its flesh.
He cut the flesh into chunks and handed them out to the surrounding sea turtles.
As for the fish skin, once tanned, it could be made into a sail, preparing him for the day he set out to sea.
While dissecting the big fish, Zhang Ming also discovered that the luminous pearl on the ugly creature's head seemed to be a supernatural strange object. It was only the size of a ping-pong ball and radiated a mysterious glow.
That pink glow captivated the eye and stirred the soul, bringing a sudden surge of appetite to Zhang Ming's heart.
It was as though something in his mind were screaming hysterically at him to eat the