"Don't you want revenge anymore?" Nero looked at Ivan's disheartened expression and frowned as he questioned.
"Revenge? Of course, I want it! I think about peeling Pei Yan's skin, pulling his bones, and eating his flesh day and night, but what good does it do! Revenge! Ha ha ha, how? How do I avenge him?" Ivan raised his still intact arm in excitement, pointed up and down at the two wounds on his body that still occasionally oozed blood, and said self-deprecatingly, "Rely on this? Or rely on that! We both know I'm ruined, even the teacher abandoned me, didn't he? Ever since we returned from the Daoist Realm, he only looked at me once and never came again."
