The gentle breeze blew by.
The withered trees of the Primordial Swallowing Sacred Realm rustled softly.
"Why aren't you in a hurry, boy?"
After ten breaths or so, Xuan Ming couldn't help but speak up.
Opposite him, that figure in black was momentarily stunned, then returned to calmness, seemingly devoid of expression, quietly waiting for his decision.
No one in this world can resist the allure of the "Primordial Swallowing Sacred Realm," right?
This Dao Stele contains a lifetime of my master's painstaking efforts!
"Being anxious, is it useful?"
Xie Xuanyi smiled helplessly, saying, "Senior is correct. During the battle just now, I indeed failed to claim victory. Whether or not the senior grants the qualification to refine the Dao Stele, I will have nothing to say."
He imitated Xuan Ming's previous tone.
