The Great Freedom Celestial Demon shook his head in denial when he heard Zhang Chen's words: "Nothing left! Really nothing this time! If I knew anything useful, why would I hide it from you?"
Upon hearing the Great Freedom Celestial Demon's words, Zhang Chen did not continue to press for answers. Even if the other party was indeed hiding something, he still had to make his way to that mystical hand!
Zhang Chen had a few ideas in mind on how to deal with that hand.
He put away the Great Freedom Celestial Demon, sat in a corner watching the new buds sprouting from the big tree. Now that it was the season of 'grass growing and warblers flying', the earth was rejuvenating and all things were reviving, the world was finally no longer cold, and the weather was no longer so torturous for Zhang Chen.
Three days later
