The expression of the Supreme High Priest was complex. At his level, his mind was as firm as a rock. Although Zheng Ming's promise delighted him greatly, almost to the point of tears, he thought for a moment and then slowly shook his head, saying, "Thank you for valuing me, my lord, but I know my own condition. Even with a supreme treasure, I cannot be saved."
"This is an injury from the Heaven and Earth Divine Prohibition; even the Divine Lord would find it hard to restore."
Zheng Ming waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, in three days, I can exert my power to expel those injuries."
In the eyes of the Supreme High Priest, a light that had died was kindling again. Although he had just displayed calm composure, those were not his true feelings. Of course, he did not want to die at this time.
Because the Mo Rong Clan was about to revive; he wanted to witness this day with his own eyes and be part of it.
