The crystal sands twinkled and shimmered, dazzlingly bright, appearing even more peculiar against the backdrop of the rainy night.
Meng Chuan lowered his gaze for a glance, then raised his head in surprise:
"That one from Prince Fanluo?"
What does the other party mean by this, offering gifts to gods?
A trace of subtle heartache flickered across Doma's eyes as he spoke in a solemn tone:
"...No, it is from an old monk himself. If you can agree to go to the Dharma Realm together, I believe Prince Fanluo has another heavy reward."
"Forget it, I barely qualify as Second Grade, my strength is weak and insufficient to join the excitement. Unless it's confirmed to have the power of self-preservation, I will consider it."
Meng Chuan was not tempted, and he refused straightforwardly.
Yet, what Doma mentioned was indeed somewhat enticing to him.
The Dharma Altar and that so-called Glazed Lamp are extremely precious Martial Arts resources, greatly beneficial for one's future.
