"Take you away?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing looked surprisingly at the other party, seeming to confirm it:
"Treasury of All Gods?"
Lord Ying repeatedly nodded, his gaze pleading as he looked at Zhang Jing.
"This..." Zhang Jing's face showed a troubled expression, "I'm afraid I can't do that."
Seeing this.
Lord Ying, who understood Zhang Jing's misunderstanding, quickly explained:
"Zhang Jing, you can do it! Since you have mastered the 'Heavenly Immortal Great Dao', you can surely take us away from here. Of course, I don't mean now, but when you have the ability in the future."
So that's how it is?
But how could Lord Ying be so sure that he would have the ability to take him out of the Treasury of All Gods in the future?
Just because he has mastered the Primitive Genesis?
Could it be — are there other meanings to these nine legacies?
A glimmer of doubt flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes.
Across from him.
Lord Ying was still trying hard to explain.
