"I'm sure! I want it!"
Lin Yi said firmly.
The next moment, he saw the eyes of the monkey head in the soul bubble light up.
Although the expression was still fierce.
It was obvious that the pair of lively eyes were already assessing Lin Yi.
Lin Yi took a deep breath.
Great Saint, you couldn't wait for your master, but you have me now!
"Since you insist, let it be as you wish."
"Monkey head, from now on you have a new master."
Lin Yi heard a trace of reluctance in Haotian's words.
Clearly, this billion-year wait.
He also needed to communicate with these Desolate God souls to dispel the loneliness.
Lin Yi felt his feet lighten.
The next moment, he felt himself floating up, then being drawn back into his body by a force.
Lin Yi opened his eyes.
He found that the elder who had been sitting cross-legged was now using a bone pen to draw the final stroke on the divine pattern on his chest.
