"Marshal Lin."
Qin Tian's voice was somewhat hoarse, and his body involuntarily tensed up.
This was his first time meeting Marshal Lin, and the invisible pressure emanating from the other was terrifying, like a heavy mountain pressing on his shoulders, causing his knees to slightly buckle, almost unable to support his body.
"Qin Tian, this is our first meeting."
Marshal Lin walked over slowly, his steps steady, each step seeming to step on Qin Tian's heartbeat.
"I've always valued you highly. Like me, you hail from a lineage of clones, but you surpassed me by far—from Spirit Awakening to Tier Seven Spiritualist, you only took three years, and even the Holy Blood Prodigies are no match for you. Originally, in my plan, you were to be my successor, and all my resources and power would have been inherited by you in the future."
