Silence.
Absolute silence.
But inside Zou Fang's spiritual sea of consciousness—
Laughter.
Wei Long's laughter.
Loud. Uncontrollable. Unapologetic.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH, THIS IS TOO GOOD! DO YOU EVEN BELIEVE THE GARBAGE YOU JUST SAID?!"
Zou Fang tried to ignore him, but Wei Long kept laughing.
"PAIN? SUFFERING? TRAINING TO THE EXTREME? OH, PLEASE! THE ONLY REASON YOUR BAWSHAWK WON WAS BECAUSE I MADE IT HAPPEN! AND YET, LOOK AT THEM! THEY'RE ACTUALLY BUYING IT! AHAHAHAHA!"
Zou Fang clenched his jaw, refusing to let his expression slip.
Meanwhile, Elder Fu remained silent, studying Zou Fang.
And then—
A new voice entered the conversation.
Lin Zhi.
"Tch. You're all fools if you believe that nonsense."
All eyes turned toward him.
Lin Zhi's expression was full of disdain.
"That guy? He can only tame ordinary temporal beasts. He's not a genius. He's not some hidden master. He's just a low-level waste trying to act mighty."
