"True Spirit's favor? A True Spirit's servant?"
"What is she talking about?"
Jiang Yan stopped once again and looked at the somewhat persistent woman before him, his expression pensive.
Though he still didn't know what sort of connection she had to the True Spirits, he instinctively felt that this matter must have something to do with the Sky-Splitting True Spirit.
After all, since crossing into this world, Jiang Yan had only ever crossed paths with Jiang Zhizhi. He knew that the somewhat clueless little sprite he had once brought home was, in truth, a Titled True Spirit—one of the strongest beings in the Mother River World.
It was just that, for reasons he didn't know, when she met him, she seemed to have regressed to childhood and lost some of her memories.
When Jiang Zhizhi left the Han Sea Realm, she had bestowed an enormous gift upon Jiang Yan. Even now, though those material treasures had long since been used up, the True Spirit's will and spirit had left a deep mark on him.
Before meeting this woman, he had already benefited from that connection.
For instance, the Fire Lin Sword at Jiang Yan's waist had sensed the aura of a higher-ranked True Spirit on him and decisively acknowledged him as its master.
And then there was the Void-Splitting Sword in Yu Qingjue's hands. After sensing the dense aura of the Sky-Splitting True Spirit on Jiang Yan, it had also grown restless.
If it hadn't been bound to the Void-Splitting Sword Sect for so many years, with ties too deep to sever, it probably would have abandoned its original master and rushed to Jiang Yan's side by now.
Now, Jiang Yan had only just arrived in the Golden Great World of the Mother River's middle reaches. He hadn't even figured