"Eight years?"
Xu Ping gently tapped his fingertips on the table, his brow easing.
This timeframe was indeed appropriate.
This period was enough for him to perfect the "Flame Prison Cyan Wood Sword Formation" he had been conceiving for a long time.
It would also allow him to make some progress with the Nascent Soul Secret Techniques "Withering and Flourishing Silent Annihilation Divine Light" and "Undying Body" that he had been delving into wholeheartedly.
By then, even when facing a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul giant, he should be able to contend with them.
After contemplating for a long time, Xu Ping's lips curved slightly, and a decision was made in his heart.
"I can agree, but there's a condition."
"Feel free to state it."
"I need half of the Flood Dragon's flesh and materials." Xu Ping's tone was calm, yet left no room for rejection.
