Hearing Zhao Yi address it as Lord Pagoda Spirit, the Pagoda Spirit felt a subtle wave of joy, as if it had truly become a great being. It cheerfully said:
"Hmph, this seat is indeed Lord Pagoda Spirit! Wuwu, thirty thousand years... apart from that little monkey and that little demonic brat, I haven't laid eyes on another living soul. That old codger tossed me here and abandoned me for tens of thousands of years. It infuriates this lord to no end! Wuwu..."
As Zhao Yi listened, something began to feel off. Why was this Pagoda Spirit suddenly crying? Could it really have been trapped here for tens of thousands of years? If so, the creature was genuinely worthy of pity. Just imagine being abandoned in a sunless, lightless place like this for dozens of centuries—anyone would have gone mad long ago.
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