"Why don't you listen to my... explanation for a moment?"
In his Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit rarely shrank its head, looking guilty.
Oh, my goodness. You, this bastard, mock me for being unlucky every day, and it turns out not only do you know what's going on, but you're behind it.
Han Yu gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to enter his own Sea of Consciousness and beat the Artifact Spirit black and blue.
Never in his dreams did he expect that, originally merely looking for the Qi Fortune Cultivator, he'd somehow unravel a mystery on himself.
"Do you still want the Qi Fortune Cultivator?"
Seeing Han Yu about to explode, the Artifact Spirit quickly and quietly reminded him.
To hell with it, I'm done with this life...
Outside the Sea of Consciousness, a few people watched Han Yu, whose expression was somewhat off, puzzled as he suddenly changed his gritted teeth look to a weak one.
"This isn't the deal I want to make."
