"With a bang," Little Poison Insect was thrown entirely by Xiang Shan, crashing into the training room and toppling a glass jar. The pungent smell of preservative liquid instantly spread everywhere.
Xiang Shan sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I accidentally broke something. I'll compensate."
—Compensate? Compensate for what...
Little Poison Insect looked at the object he had smashed.
He remembered that it was supposed to be... a brain specimen.
It was the brain he had first used to practice skills when he started researching the Demon Sect's methods. Naturally, the original owner of the brain had been a random victim of robbery. At that time, his skills were rudimentary; he had only tried altering the arrangement of the temporal lobe, which caused irreversible damage to the brain's overall structure and completely destroyed its function.
To commemorate this great beginning, he had preserved this brain.
If Xiang Shan was to compensate for this specimen...
