On hearing He Xuanling's conditions, Chen Lin did not hesitate at all. He shook his head like a rattle drum.
"Sorry, my abilities are meager. I truly cannot shoulder such a heavy responsibility. Please find someone else, Grandmaster He!"
The more generous the reward, the more it proved that the Thousand-Eye Centipede was not to be trifled with. He had no desire to throw his life away.
But he really was extremely curious about what He Xuanling intended to do with the Thousand-Eye Centipede. So many people had died before that his losses must have been considerable, yet he was gathering people again.
Such an expenditure far exceeded the value of a Spirit Treasure. If he was doing this to forge one, the gains hardly justified the losses.
He Xuanling's expression turned grim at Chen Lin's flat refusal.
He looked Chen Lin over and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, the heterogeneous energy in your body still hasn't been cleared after all this time. Presumably, you haven't found a solution. As long as you agree to help me, I guarantee that I will have the Mirror Light Pavilion clear it away completely!"
After a pause, he added, "If you don't trust others and worry that they might pry into your secrets, I can also borrow that treasure from the Mirror Light Pavilion and let you use it yourself!"
This proposal made Chen Lin's eyes light up.
Of course, he was not about to agree to take the risk. What interested him was the prospect of borrowing the Mirror Light Pavilion's treasure. That way, he would not have to worry about the demon seed being exposed.
Since He Xuanling could make such an offer, the treasure must be available to borrow. It was simply a matter of who was asking.
After some thought,