The fat priest's smile was very cold—so cold that it was like the ice in the Arctic Ocean. Additionally, his guess also caused a shudder to rise in Duan Ziyan's heart.
"Let's cut the crap." The fat priest beckoned with his hand. "I'll only ask you this. Do you wish to seek revenge?"
Duan Tianhao nodded and said, "Our entire faction has been wiped out, and I bear the burden of an irreconcilable feud on my shoulders. Of course, I want to seek revenge. How can I possibly not want to?"
Duan Ziyan did not believe the fat priest's gibberish at all and wanted to continue persuading Duan Tianhao, but the latter did not listen to her at all.
Last year, Duan Tianhao had unintentionally barged into an ancient tomb and found a secret record.
It was recorded that 1,000 years ago, seven experts from the eastern land had been defeated and sealed up.
