Bu Si Shu raised an eyebrow as he observed her expression. She didn't seem to be lying.
"Bu Si Shu, what is your grudge with the Shenlian clan?" She tilted her head, asking carefully.
"I have held a grudge against them for four thousand years. They stole one of my silver leaves and nearly succeeded in uprooting me from the Land of Paradise. At that time, I had just reached a level where I could transform."
"I was undergoing the thunder tribulation when they disrupted me. If the guardian hadn't stopped them in time, I would have failed the tribulation and perished. At worst, if I had failed, I would have been forced into a slave contract with them." Bu Si Shu's voice carried deep wrath and hatred—he could never forget that moment.
Shenlian Yingyue broke into a cold sweat. She could imagine how dangerous that situation had been. Every time she successfully endured a thunder tribulation, she was left severely injured, hanging onto life by a thread.
