"This… I think that I should be able to handle it." When Lin Dong saw Kun Ling turning her head away, he laughed dryly before he braced himself and said.
"Whether you can survive or not, that is something that I know better than you." The Devouring Master smiled faintly and said, "Unless there is a more than fifty percent chance of success, I do not want to put my succession at risk."
"With someone protecting me, there is only a fifty percent chance of success?" Lin Dong felt some cold sweat appearing on his forehead. Wasn't the chance of success a little too low?
"Do you think that my inheritance will be the run-of-the-mill variety?" The Devouring Master lifted his brows while disapproval seeped out from him. Even in the ancient times, he was only weaker than the Symbol Ancestor and the Ice Master. Moreover, it was nigh impossible to count the number of Yimo that perished in his hands. Therefore, his accomplishments were nearly peerless.
