Lin Ming would never disappoint Gandulf—at least the clue would be of use to him.
Gandulf stared at the stuff, his words somewhat reluctant. "The Staff of Blazing Power has served me for years. From today onwards, it belongs to you. Use it well."
"Yes, Master. Rest assured. With your staff in my hands, I would never tarnish your reputation." Lin Ming nodded. He detected Gandulf's resistance, but he would never reject such an opportunity.
"You brat. I know that." Gandulf smiled. Only a monster like Lin Ming could draw out the real power of the Staff of Blazing Power. "You do not have any favors needed, am I right?" he asked.
"Yes, Master. I'm all good. But if only I could get my hands on another defensive spiritual treasure, that would be great. The danger would always be lurking in the Juncture. I'm worried if I couldn't react in time..." Lin Ming rubbed his hands, staring at Gandulf with his puppy eyes.
