"A ghostly prodigy of the same clan!"
"How can a grass without awakened intelligence be considered a prodigy!"
Lin Jing felt that Elder Shen Song was really off.
It seemed like he really wanted Lin Jing to become a "Demon Cultivator."
It was as if he had jumped into the water and wanted to drag others in with him.
Mo Song, in a tone of exasperation, said, "I've already agreed to help you, yet you still don't seize the opportunity."
"Dragging it out like this, once the hundred-year protection period ends, you won't even form a pill, and my first experience as a protector would be a disgrace."
Lin Jing took a deep breath, and after careful consideration said, "Very well."
"Since the elder has said so, please lend us your assistance!"
"It's okay to lose a prodigy of your clan, just don't let the Pine Rodent get into trouble!"
"That's more like it." The pinecone that Mo Song had transformed into cracked open with satisfaction.
Lin Jing convinced himself.
