"My experiences... There's not much to say."
The Night Mouse forced a bitter smile, "Do you know why I was so terrified when I met those bishops?"
Fang Zhou kicked him to the ground, "How the hell would I know if you don't tell me, speak up!"
The Night Mouse lay on the ground, staring at the night sky, his voice somber, "I was dismembered by those bishops there, and both my body and soul were used as fuel for Soul Fire by the Abyss Watcher. My soul burned in the Soul Fire for many years before the Abyss Watcher resurrected me."
Though he tried to appear calm while speaking, Fang Zhou could see his limbs trembling uncontrollably.
Clearly, his heart was terrified to the extreme; those bald heads had indeed left an indelible psychological shadow on the Night Mouse.
"I was an elder of the Star Sect, a very small sect—people like you, born of prestigious families, probably have never heard of it..."
The Night Mouse's eyes appeared vacant as he began murmuring about his experiences.
