"What's there to talk about? It's just a dungeon." The follower turned his head, seemingly sulking.
You're a grown man, what's with the act of being coy...
Gong Qiying didn't pamper him and directly used the temporary control granted to the victor of a dungeon death match over the defeated, forcing him to answer.
The follower, looking unwilling and somewhat embarrassed, opened his mouth and said in a low voice:
"It's the place where I express my devotion to the Holy Light, my sacred confession to the Holy Light, it's my..."
"Speak plainly." Gong Qiying threatened, raising the Elf Ball.
"I slaughter demons there to relieve work stress..."
The follower quickly finished the summary with an unexpectedly smooth tongue.
"Relieve stress..."
Gong Qiying thought about how he created the Painting World for those Holy Light armies living in Hepa Town to relieve stress and suddenly understood.
