"A black octopus monster?" Wang Jian's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "What exactly does it look like?"
"Like this."
Wang Xiang once again used his ability to alter the environment and created a monster.
The moment Wang Jian saw it, he furrowed his brow. "When did you encounter it?"
The monster looked exactly like a Black Soul Monster. It was incredible that Wang Xiang had survived an invasion from one.
"Just a few years ago," Wang Xiang pondered for a moment before replying, "not too long ago."
Wang Jian asked, "And you've been here ever since?"
Wang Xiang's expression changed. He hesitated, then stammered, "More… more or less."
Observing Wang Xiang's strange demeanor, Wang Jian considered a possibility, his expression also growing grim. "You're not pretending to be crazy, are you?"
Wang Xiang narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.
With such a tacit acknowledgment, how could Wang Jian not know the answer?
