The Terrifying Lord of the Divine Mansion

Refine this token?

That was absolutely impossible!

After pondering briefly, Qin Shaofeng looked up and smiled. "My Lord, during my battle with Chen Tianshuo three days ago, I was already seriously injured. Especially that final strike—it greatly exhausted my divine sense."

"To be honest with you, My Lord, my divine sense has barely recovered these past few days. Refining this token may prove difficult. Why not let me take the token with me for now? Once my divine sense has recovered in half a month, I will refine it."

As he spoke, Qin Shaofeng had already secretly raised his guard.

Having refused the Lord of the Divine Mansion like this, the other party would probably find it difficult to grant his wish.

But Qin Shaofeng had already made up his mind. No matter what, he would never refine this token.

Although Qin Shaofeng had some confidence that, even after refining the token, he might not necessarily be restricted by that seal.

The Lord of the Divine Mansion had come from the Ancient Saint Domain, after all. Qin Shaofeng truly did not have absolute confidence that he could avoid being controlled by such a strange sealing method.

Therefore, even if he had to fall out with the Lord of the Divine Mansion directly, Qin Shaofeng would not gamble on refining this token.

Hmm?

Qin Shaofeng's answer made the Lord of the Divine Mansion frown, and a strange glint flashed through his eyes.

"Your divine sense is injured?"

Two sharp lights flashed in the Lord of the Divine Mansion's eyes as he stared straight at Qin Shaofeng, his voice turning somewhat cold.

"It does not matter. With me here, even if your divine sense has suffered severe damage and has not fully recovered, I can still let you refine this token easily.