In all the heavens and myriads of worlds, there really are too many powerful clans.
By comparison, the once-glorious Ye Clan, if it wishes to rise and pursue glory again, will likely face many tigers blocking the path, not just one or two.
"Young master, how about we make a deal?"
"You can contract a Chimera cub and take it away, and I won't stop you,"
"But I hope you can ascend it to become a Holy Saint Embryo as fast as possible."
"When that time comes, if the Double Seal Fusion remains stable, please return here, I have a favor to ask."
"What favor?" Ye Hanjun asked calmly.
"Follow me to Mechanic God Mountain,"
Xiahou Danxin licked his lips, pausing between each word:
"I am willing to stake my life's reputation to guarantee that no matter who you are, you will not face the trouble of losing your life there."
