Immortal Travel of Longevity

The Black Pagoda, silent for a long time, voiced its doubts.

“Where are you really going?”

Over the past few years, though it had been sealed by Chen Changsheng, it vaguely felt itself undergoing a change, as if turning into nothingness.

This was what the Black Pagoda had always wondered about.

“You talk too much,” Chen Changsheng said.

The Black Pagoda paused and said, “It’s just curiosity. If you won’t say, I won’t ask more.”

After all, it couldn’t afford to offend Chen Changsheng.

Now it was a prisoner and had almost no right.

Chen Changsheng sealed the Black Pagoda again. He thought for a moment and called out the Rain-Listening Sword.