Chen Xi’s entire body shook while he felt slight disbelief, and he probed. “Senior?”

This voice had precisely come from the tiny cauldron that hung on his chest, and it was calm to the point there wasn’t any fluctuation or emotion in it. He’d heard it countless times in the past, so it was familiar to the point of practically being branded onto his bones.

For the sake of rescuing before the Door of Profundity in the Dark Parasol’s Abyss, the tiny cauldron had gone head to head with Bing Shitian, and then it tore open space and brought him into the Ninth Hell.

From that day onward, the tiny cauldron had fallen into silence, deathly silence, and it hadn’t spoken a single word.

At that time, Chen Xi had tried to communicate with the tiny cauldron, but no matter how hard he tried, it was of no use. But he was able to sense that the tiny cauldron hadn’t perished, and it seemed to have fallen into a strange sort of silence from exhaustion of its strength.

Now, after so long, the tiny cauldron actually showed signs of awakening at the 9th level of the Grand Deduction Tower, so how could Chen Xi not be excited?

“Senior?” Chen Xi couldn’t help but cry out when he saw that it didn’t give any reaction.

“Stop! My god! Could it be that you didn’t notice that I’m very weak now? Shouldn’t you prepare some...