Wang baole stared at the demon blade and remained silent. The memories of his life as a weapon and the starry sky that he had seen in the end surfaced in his mind.
He didn’t ask Little Missy any more questions. This might be important, but it might not be important either. If he wanted to say something, Little Missy would say it. At that moment, he realized what little Missy had done earlier, she was avoiding his questions.
Vaguely, Wang Baole already had an answer in his heart. However, he didn’t want to think too deeply about it. He buried the answer in the deepest part of his heart.
However, the contradiction was buried deep in his heart. At the same time, he really wanted to know if he would find another answer if he were to immerse himself in his previous life again, or if he would be able to further verify his understanding.
