Oh no!
The Inheritance Burnt Offering suddenly began to operate on its own; in the deepest consciousness within the sea of blood, a pair of eyes faintly opened, gazing downward.
A silent scoff.
What the heck?!
Tang Qian was dumbstruck...
It actually appeared!
Soon, his expression began to twitch with increasing complexity.
"Uh, he..."
Tang Qian hesitated to speak and then stammered for a long time before conveying thoughts tactfully: "He said, um, now's not the time, you still need to work harder."
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Ji Jue was also confused.
Actually, the original words of the Heavenly Slaughter Duke might not be as pleasant as he hoped.
"Hey! Even without a position in the Empire, you dare command me? Wait until you become a Swordsmith, then come and talk to me! Tell that little brat that if he wants to make friends with me, he should first gather the Six Marks of Ghost for Sheng Xie!"
After speaking, those arrogant and indifferent eyes disappeared.
