Wang Ran stared at the lines of small characters before him, completely dumbfounded.
"What the hell?"
The will sleeping within the Imperial Seal—just a mere will was able to cook a Treasure Chest Monster in a pot?
And rubbing its hands together...
Who is the master of this will?
Fu Xi?
Nuwa?
Or some other emperor of the Human Race?
Wang Ran's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
He thought he had already overestimated the immortals of Earth as much as possible, but every time he felt like he understood them a little, something new would happen and shatter his understanding.
The Treasure Chest Monster, into the pot!
No wonder the Treasure Chest Monster had mental shadows towards immortals; how could it not have any?
Hey, anyone who gets thrown into a pot and cooked would have shadows!
"Why doesn't the Treasure Chest Monster resist?" Wang Ran murmured to himself, "Is it sealed too tightly, or is there really no room for resistance at all?"