Chapitre 992: A Question with No Right Answer

"Then, what would you like to ask, Senior?"

A fawning smile appeared on Qu Nima's face as he floated around An Lin.

An Lin thought for a moment before asking, "Are you happy?"

Qu Nima faltered for a moment before replying, "My surname is Qu¹."

"I know it must be hard for the Void Spirit Tribe to not be accepted by the other living beings of this world. Just the thought of it must be a source of constant distress for you…" An Lin heaved a sympathetic sigh.

"Huh? Distress? Why would we want to be accepted by the living beings of this world? Aren't they all just food for us? Do you seek acknowledgment from the food you eat?" Qu Nima was perplexed.

An Lin: "…"

Tina: "…"

What the f*ck?! This guy wasn't even on the same wavelength!