He glared at them and wanted to question them. However, he eventually managed weakly, "How… How do you know about the Spirit Selection Art?"
No matter how they found out, they knew about it and even asked him about it.
What did this mean? Did it mean that he could not keep it anymore?
He had encountered it by chance and obtained it through countless hardships. Why couldn't he keep it? Was the Spirit Selection Art destined not to be his?
"Don't even think about it! Don't even think about obtaining the Spirit Selection Art! I won't give it to you even if I die!"
He gathered his strength, stood up, clutched his chest, and looked at the two of them. He then laughed miserably.
"Don't even think about it. How can people from low-level planes like you accomplish something I can't? Can you capture so many cubs? You want the Spirit Selection Art? Are you even worthy of it? Dream on!"
He spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and spoke fiercely.
