"I am Chen He of the Qiyu Sect from the Nine Heavens Relics of Yue Country," he said.
The voice, weathered with time, sighed, "Now, with a thick face, I would like to ask a favor of you, young friend, to save Han. That boy is quite decent, and it would be a shame for him to die."
After speaking, a flicker of his Divine Sense transmitted a scene—the current state of the Formation Method where the Herbal Magical Fruit was located, and the changes in the surrounding formations after the Herbal Magical Fruit had been taken away years ago.
"Elder Chen He..."
Jiang Ding remained silent.
After a moment's thought, he extracted a memory from over a hundred years ago, when he was a youth. His Sea of Consciousness fluctuated for a moment as he emitted a breath of simulated essence.
This breath was old and heavy, with the overbearing fierceness of thunder.
