"So earlier you said, if I were from the Demon Clan, you would be willing to take me as your master. Does this mean that you see me having the potential to match a Great Saint?"
After the conversation, Feng Qing'an asked this with a thick skin. This wasn't self-absorption; it was what the creature had suggested.
If it weren't for the mismatch in race, it would have accepted him as its master. Feng Qing'an remembered clearly that it had mentioned this more than once. But the creature's demands were also very clear: at the very least, he should have the potential to become a Great Saint.
"No, you don't!"
Unfortunately, perhaps because of its lack of experience in communication, the Spirit of the Cave Sky knew not how to be tactful. Upon hearing Feng Qing'an's question, it directly rejected him,
"You are a reincarnated Pure Yang Immortal from the Human Race. Although you were once powerful, compared to the Great Saints of the Demon Clan, you are far behind!"
