"Of course, with my intervention, you are indeed assured that when you are granted the Dao talisman, your roots will remain intact. However, you will need to be careful when invoking it afterwards and only use it as a last resort. Otherwise, pollution is only a matter of time,"
Wang Zijia glanced at the three of them and asked, "Which of you two will grant the Dao talisman first? Or will you wait until there is a suitable Dao talisman to speak? Or simply be more ambitious and put faith in their own talent?"
Upon hearing this, the scrawny old monk, Hui Feiyang, silently heaved a sigh of relief.
Fu Wenrui and Li Lexin glanced at each other. After a moment of hesitation, Li Lexin spoke out in the middle of the hall:
"Junior sister Fu, the second Dao talisman made by the ancestor is based on gold, I am water whilst you are fire element. This Dao talisman will only harm and not benefit you, why not let your senior brother go first?"
