Inside the room.
Zhang Xiaohao sat down on the couch and pointed to the opposite sofa.
"Sit!"
The Black Dragon Saint sat down unhappily on the opposite sofa, pouting and staring at the ceiling, showing his displeasure.
"Little Black, before we talk about anything else, let me tell you a story!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
The Black Dragon Saint did not respond.
Zhang Xiaohao began to speak directly, recounting all the grievances between him and the White Tiger Sect, down to the details.
Then, he recounted how he and the White-clothed Young Master wiped out the White Tiger Sect.
Although there was some change in the middle, when there was a betrayal within the White Tiger Sect, the process was nearly the same.
After a quarter of an hour.
Zhang Xiaohao stopped and gazed seriously at the Black Dragon Saint.
"Little Black, do you still resist recovering your memory?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"I, I don't know!" the Black Dragon Saint said with complexity.
