"You again, kid..."
Seeing Su Fan arrive, Evil Buddha Wang De greeted him with a sarcastic remark.
Ever since Old Dragon Li Gao had arrived, Su Fan had rarely come to consult him, and Old Wang was somewhat displeased.
Su Fan waved at Old Wang, then glanced at Ji Feng.
"Ji Feng... I want to ask you something..."
Hearing Su Fan, Ji Feng smiled at Old Wang, then emerged from the oil-lamp treasure and stood properly in front of Su Fan.
"Can your Celestial Race summon members of your race from the Upper Realm through a blood sacrifice of your own kind...?"
Ji Feng pondered for a moment.
"Members of our race in the Middle Worlds once tried to summon our kin from the Upper Realm, but unfortunately, they could hardly get a response. At most, they could summon a clone..."
At this, Ji Feng gave a bitter smile.
"However, I once heard the elders in my clan say that members of our race in the Great World had summoned the true body of a clansman from the Upper Realm. I don't know exactly how they did it, but I heard the price was extremely enormous..."
Hearing Ji Feng say this, Su Fan could not help feeling disappointed.
Although Ji Feng belonged to the Celestial Race, he trusted the old man's words. The two of them were now grasshoppers tied to the same rope.
If anything happened to him, Ji Feng would certainly share his fate.
"Hmm... I understand. You can go..."
He sent Ji Feng back, then sat cross-legged on the stone platform and sank into deep thought alone.
Su Fan sat blankly on the stone platform for a long time, but ultimately could not think of a solution.
"Kid, what the hell are you afraid of...?"
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