Is it a higher-grade innate divine substance, or one with specific attributes?
Yan Chihong reluctantly took one last look at the strand of innate purple energy in Zhang Jing's hands, and his turbulent thoughts slowly started to calm down.
The reason was simple, he wasn't confident in the matter that Junior Brother Zhang Jing wanted to entrust to him.
As for first agreeing verbally and then resorting to deceit and delay, Yan Chihong hadn't even considered it.
Not to mention Zhang Jing's impressive talent and limitless potential for the future, but just the background he had was enough reason to be cautious. How could those two in the line of True Teachings from the Grand Brightness Cave Heaven be easily provoked?
"Junior Brother Zhang Jing."
Yan Chihong struggled to move his gaze away from the innate purple energy, fell silent for a few moments, as if organizing his words.
