By the time the human true immortals arrived, Qin shujian had already left.
In an unknown mountain range, the creation wood, who was walking in the world with an incarnation, suddenly stopped.
In front of him.
Qin shujian's figure appeared from nothing.
"Greetings, venerable!"
The creation wood bowed.
His attitude was as respectful as ever.
"Why have you come to find me?" Qin shujian asked calmly as he looked at the person in front of him.
The creation wood had split into incarnations from the spirit race, and its purpose was self-evident.
He had high hopes for the first living being born in the inner world.
In terms of Foundation.
In the inner world, the creation wood was the best.
Even in terms of talent, he could be ranked in the top three.
In terms of strength.
There was no need to say more.
