"A completely new soul?" Qian Jiangyue raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion, "Can Hell's Movie not achieve this?" His eyes glanced to the right, lowering his evaluation of Hell's Movie once again in his heart.
"Perhaps." The figure placed his right hand on his waist, the shadow on his face completely faded, revealing a thin and heroic face, which had many similar features to Qian Jiangyue's face, but their appearances were not the same, "But this is not what I care about. My ancestors have always guarded this country, and since I inherited this power, it is also my responsibility."
Qian Jiangyue chuckled softly and shrugged.
