Opening dish...
Yi Lin calmly slapped the tribulation lightning into pieces and asked again, "Seven hundred and twenty-three years?"
Greene: "Yeah, seven hundred and twenty-three years."
If it were the heyday of the Qi Practitioners, Yi Lin chatting while undergoing the lightning trials would definitely astonish those within the circle.
But Yi Lin felt this behavior was quite ordinary, because the mere tribulation lightning really didn't provide much thrill.
He was just completing a task.
Moreover, Yi Lin realized the power of this tribulation lightning had truly turned into ordinary lightning without any "rule" power contained within.
Falling down, it felt average.
Really average.
Yi Lin casually broke several tribulation lightnings, expressing his dissatisfaction with Greene's "make it short," but hesitated to point it out, cautiously asking, "Really nothing more?"
"Nothing more, enjoy slowly, I'm going to doze off a bit more... you understand."
Greene disappeared.
