"This......."
Lin Chang'sheng hesitated a little—creation, he definitely wanted it.
But.
With his current cultivation, talking about this was far too early.
"Young brother, how should I address you?"
The Barbarian Ancestor looked at Lin Chang'sheng and asked.
"Lin Chang'sheng."
Lin Chang'sheng answered in a low voice.
"Hmm, nice name. I'm Barbarian Zhan. You didn't agree right away, which shows you're trustworthy. I'm not asking you to deliver it immediately—just keep it in your heart until you have enough strength to break out of the Immortal Relic Land!"
Barbarian Zhan spoke slowly.
Actually, he felt helpless inside.
His cultivation was sealed, his lifespan exhausted, only a fragment of his Primordial Spirit remained, and he couldn't hold on much longer. He had no choice. This Lin Chang'sheng, though of average talent, had extraordinary insight.
If he added the creation he'd grant him, perhaps he could reach that step, fulfilling his own wish.
