Chapter 7: The Mysterious Voice

The night passed, and it was far.

"Do you desire power?"

Hearing the sudden voice, Yefeng was no fool; he knew a great opportunity had come his way. Though initially startled, he quickly composed himself and asked, "Who are you, a martial arts master? A deity? An alien? Where am I?"

"Answer me, do you desire power?" The mysterious voice sounded again, showing no interest in answering Yefeng's questions.

Fine, if you don't want to say, I'll pretend I didn't ask.

Though he thought this, Yefeng did not hesitate on the surface and firmly replied, "Yes, I very much desire power." He then cautiously asked, "Can you give me power?"

Whatever, I'll answer first and see what happens; maybe this lord likes that.

Though he couldn't feel his body, Yefeng believed his eyes were shining with excitement, and his body was trembling with excitement.

"Mom, look, this person's body is shaking so much, and something is bulging down there! How strange!" A little girl squatted beside him, maliciously pointing at Yefeng's lower body and excitedly called out, joking with the beautiful woman.

Fortunately, Yefeng didn't hear it, or he would have been very embarrassed and wanted to squat in the corner to draw circles.

The beautiful woman glanced back and, knowing her daughter's mischievous nature, said indifferently, "As long as he's not dead! What else matters?"

"Very well, then where do you think power comes from?" The mysterious voice asked again, ethereal and distant.

What does this lord want to do! Since it asked such a common question, it can't be that simple; maybe if I answer well, it will give me a great benefit.

All kinds of clichés, nonsense, and even dialects from the internet flashed through Yefeng's mind.

Damn it! They're all useless garbage, Yefeng was frustrated; the mysterious voice definitely didn't want to hear those.

So, where does power really come from?

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