The snake-bodied threadworm within the fat trembled, and then the fat old man who had been sleeping with a flicking snake tongue slowly opened his eyes.
They were the vertical pupils of a snake, the gaze cold, the expression indifferent, devoid of any human emotion as he glanced at the two people without a single word.
Wang Zijia frowned and looked to Dai Jianjun, who explained, "Ming Ancestor has some issues, and his mind has also suffered severe damage. However, Fellow Daoist, feel free to do whatever you need to, and if there is any cooperation required, just say the word. Ming Ancestor will comply with you."
Wang Zijia looked at the cold-eyed, indifferent-faced fat old man, Dai Zhenming, but said no more.
With a motion of his hand, he threw out an ordinary Demon Seeding pill, saying, "This is my unique secret method, used in conjunction with checking your physical condition and facilitating the later inheritance condensation. It might feel a little mild...."
