Spirit Transformation?
A Spirit Transformation Celestial Lord!
A storm raged through Han Lin's heart. His mind went blank, countless thoughts whirling wildly.
Yet, to his own surprise, he did not seem all that shocked. It felt almost as though this was how things were meant to be, as though he had long been prepared.
"Little Uncle Master,"
"Little Uncle Master, it's been many years."
Han Lin sighed.
Unlike ordinary cultivators such as Mu Tianxue, who regarded a Celestial Lord as a god, he spoke naturally, as one old acquaintance to another.
That was how they had always been.
The friendship of gentlemen was as plain as water. Neither had looked after the other, and neither mixed profit with affection.
This bond even surpassed the one he had with that aged voice.
If the day ever came when Han Lin had something to entrust to someone, he would choose this voice that had appeared so suddenly in his mind, not the aged one—even though its owner did not consider him a friend, merely a somewhat familiar old acquaintance.
"It has been many years. You've become a Nascent Soul True Lord. That's good. Of all the people we knew back in the Yue Kingdom, only one or two of us remain."
"The others will be hard to see again."
Jiang Ding nodded.
They caught up and recalled many things from those days, both moved by the memories.
"Little Uncle Master,"
Han Lin cupped his fists. "I'm willing to take this deal."
"Oh? You won't ask what the payment is?"
"You'll be risking your life."
Jiang Ding's tone was serious.
"I won't hide it from you. This is dangerous. If the Six Paths Sect's Nascent Soul cultivators discover you and surround you, I won't be able to break through the Spirit Transformation formation