Magical beasts had long lives. Their cultivation speed might not match the swift progress of humanity's top geniuses, but to go from Half Sage to Two-Star Dou Saint in a few centuries was already a mark of astonishing brilliance among the beast clans. Yao Ming's talent and will could be seen from this alone.
"Brother Lin Ming!" Yao Ming's gaze first turned to the towering Ten-Zhang Golden Body, his eyes filled with sincerity and incomparable gratitude.
At that moment, facing Lin Ming, Yao Ming solemnly and slowly bent at the waist, performing a great salute that represented the highest respect. His low, powerful voice rang across the entire field:
"For saving my life, lending your strength, and serving as my Protector this time, this kindness is something Yao Ming will never forget, something I will engrave in my heart forever! Once I clean house and settle my private grudge, from this day forward, you will be the Nether Python Clan's most honored friend and firmest ally! Even this Nether Python Clan—I am willing to share its glory and bear its responsibilities together with you!"
If Lin Ming had not risked himself to sneak into the Yellow Spring and rescue him, if Lin Ming had not generously given him High-Grade Pills to help him recover, if Lin Ming had not relied on his own strength to forcefully contend with two Dou Saints and win him precious time to recover... then he, Yao Ming, had been destined to fall once more today with endless resentment, to sink forever into oblivion.
"How much of your strength have you recovered?" the golden giant said as he spoke.
"Around sixty percent." Yao Ming clenched his fist, feeling the vast, surging Dou Qi within his body. Though it had yet to reach its peak, it was