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Lin Feng lazily lifted his eyelids and shook his head.
"Death isn't worth mentioning."
"He's just a bug hiding for over ten years. Whether he lives or dies… I truly don't care."
The moment those words fell—
Silence. Absolute silence.
The entire Feng Ran Pavilion went so quiet one could hear Bibi Dong's spoon settle against porcelain.
Dozens of Titled Douluo froze simultaneously.
Don't… care?
What did Senior mean?
Was he… actually going to let Tang Hao—
the man who dared disturb the Divine Envoy—
go unpunished?
Impossible.
Utterly impossible.
With Senior's enigmatic temperament and fiercely protective nature—
Letting an enemy off was impossible.
But then…
Why this attitude?
"Death is nothing"?
A shiver passed through the crowd.
Unless—
To Senior, killing Tang Hao was far too merciful.
Right.
That must be it.
For mortals like them, death is the end.
But for a being of Senior's level…
there must be tens of thousands of methods to make someone wish they were dead.
Killing Tang Hao = too easy.
Crushing Tang Hao's soul = proper divine punishment.
The confusion in their eyes instantly transformed into anticipation—and fear.
They straightened their backs, breath restrained, waiting for Senior to reveal some world-shattering torture technique.
But—
Lin Feng said nothing else.
He simply looked away from them and glanced around the restaurant.
Then he suddenly muttered:
"Speaking of which…"
"I feel like something is missing in Feng Ran Pavilion."
He stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Maybe… some potted plants. For decoration."
"…"
Silence. Again.
The topic shift was so violent that even a Titled Douluo's spine nearly snapped.
One moment:
Discussing the continental most-wanted criminal.
Next moment:
Interior design.
Even Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were stunned.
Senior had just been talking about Tang Hao—
how did it turn into horticulture?
Was it… a coded message?
A secret instruction?
While everyone was drowning in confusion—
Ghost Douluo suddenly trembled violently.
His pupils shrank to pinholes.
Potted plants.
Plants.
Tang Hao.
A single flash of inspiration blasted through his mind like divine lightning.
His expression twisted as he transmitted urgently to every Spirit Hall elder:
"Blue Silver Emperor!"
BOOM.
All of Spirit Hall's higher-ups jolted awake instantly.
Of course they knew.
They were present in Spirit Hall's upper echelon when that earth-shattering pursuit happened back then.
They knew Tang Hao's wife—
the Blue Silver Emperor—
had sacrificed herself.
They also knew something else:
Blue Silver Grass possessed terrifying regenerative power.
And its emperor…
Could not be completely killed.
As long as a scrap of root remained, revival was possible.
So—
Senior's words were actually…
A horrifying, scalp-numbing thought sprouted inside every Spirit Hall elder.
Senior wanted them to dig up Tang Hao's wife and bring her back as…
a potted plant in Feng Ran Pavilion.
No—
not merely a potted plant.
With Senior's godlike ability, he could probably resurrect her or even re-form her into a human body with just a flick of his sleeve!
Gold Crocodile Douluo's breath quickened.
He could already imagine the scene—
Tang Hao, after suffering endlessly to find Feng Ran Pavilion,
finally appears.
Then he sees:
His beloved wife—
whom he believed dead—
wearing a maid uniform,
pouring tea and serving dishes inside the restaurant.
Smiling politely at guests.
While he—
Wasn't even qualified to step inside the door.
His heart would collapse on the spot.
Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Gold Crocodile Douluo all gasped together.
Chills exploded through their bodies from tailbone to scalp.
Ruthless.
Too ruthless.
This wasn't striking at the heart—
This was grinding Tang Hao's heart into paste and feeding it to dogs.
But suddenly—
The elders froze again.
Was this really just for punishing Tang Hao?
No.
No!
They finally remembered the nightmare they'd always tried to forget:
Tang Hao is insane.
When he was hiding in the shadows, he dared to attack Spirit Hall's low-level soul masters.
If he learned Senior had "collected" his resurrected wife—
What would a mad dog do?
He would retaliate.
He would slaughter the weak.
Spirit Hall's branch halls and civilian soul masters would face terrifying casualties.
But—
If Senior held the Blue Silver Emperor…
Tang Hao's leash would be in the firmest hands.
He wouldn't dare bite.
If he dared?
Senior might turn his wife's leaves into an exquisite table garnish.
At that realization—
Every high-ranking Spirit Hall elder trembled violently.
They finally understood.
Senior wasn't tormenting Tang Hao.
He was protecting them.
Protecting the ordinary Spirit Hall soul masters.
Protecting the powerless.
While they were thinking of revenge…
Senior was already looking down from above the clouds, thinking of the smallest, weakest lives under their banner.
What vast compassion.
What terrifying wisdom.
Gold Crocodile Douluo's eyes reddened.
He stepped forward and bowed deeply with trembling respect.
"Senior…"
"Your profound intention… we finally understand!"
"Please rest assured—your subordinates will surely find the 'potted plant' that satisfies you!"
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