For a moment, Lin Chen's mood was subtle. This Chen Ancestor preserved his broken body, standing guard for Ten Thousand Years, just to find a suitable inheritor.
Was he unwilling to let his extraordinary abilities be buried and vanish into the earth, or was he still brooding over his past failures, unable to let go?
"Let's talk outside."
Following the Chen Ancestor out of the Stone House, the Chen Ancestor, with his hands behind his back, walked a few steps along the lakeside and suddenly laughed, "There are Saints inside that Magic Treasure Pagoda of yours, aren't there?"
Without hiding anything, Lin Chen frankly replied, "Yes, two of them."
Chen Ancestor laughed, "Who are they to you?"
Lin Chen answered, "Their lives are within my Palm, they are considered my Subordinates."
