Gui Po Tianhuang felt somewhat guilty; why had he stopped talking?
The night was tranquil, with the occasional chirping of insects. In the crackling campfire, branches would sporadically burst with a "pop."
There was silence for a while.
Zhao Rong's voice was cold, "You thought for so long, just to come up with this thing?"
"It's just a common cultivation technique; what use do I have for you?"
Seeing him speak, Gui suddenly felt less guilty, "Who says it's common? Do you know how powerful the 'Ant Ascending Heaven Technique' is? Back in the day, it was this very technique that the Human Clan relied on to rise to power and reach the peak of Xuanhuang!"
