"Supreme Lord, why do you show such favoritism towards this madman?"
"Supreme Lord has agreed to ensure his safety, which is a grand favor in itself, why then impart to this traitorous madman the precious method to condense Yin Fruit?"
Before Yi Chen could speak, the Headless Buddha Corpse standing behind the black Buddha could not bear it any longer. The flames of jealousy inside it had already begun to burn fiercely, uncontrollably interrupting the conversation between Yi Chen and the black Buddha.
Just by listening to the voice, one could feel the boundless toxic flames of resentment and jealousy inside the Headless Buddha Corpse.
This actually amused Yi Chen.
All of a sudden, the Taoist raised his head and gently flicked the shaft of the Holy Halberd with two fingers. Amidst the resonating sound, Yi Chen couldn't help but burst into mocking laughter toward the black Buddha Corpse.
"Why are you laughing? Do you know…"
