"Brother Jiang Wo, in this mission to gather Nine-Death Grass, you and I have shared hardship and danger. Should you one day advance to the Void Refinement stage, do not forget this old man..."
The white-haired old man spoke with a silver tongue, showering him with an endless stream of praise and flattery.
Even the way he addressed the dwarf changed again and again.
At first, he had called him by name. Then it became "clan brother," and now, "elder brother."
From his words, the dwarf's advancement to the Void Refinement realm seemed as certain as a nail driven into a board. One day, the dwarf would become a pillar of the Jiang Clan, leading it to dominate the entire Ganchang Wasteland.
An irrepressible smile appeared on the dwarf's face. He found the white-haired old man before him especially pleasing and amiable, and felt as though they had met too late. Had they become acquainted sooner, perhaps the thousand years of his life would not have been so lonely and painful.
"Jiang Chao, you flatter me. Just as you said, we are companions who have shared hardship and danger. From this day on, you are the dearest friend of I, Jiang Wo. Should you ever need my help, just speak the word. I will never refuse."
As the dwarf spoke, he drove the Chasing Sun Spear and thoroughly finished off the Yin-Faced Spider King.
Suddenly.
A corpse's roar came from the direction of the cliff, drawing both men's attention.
Following the sound, they saw that Song Wen's corpse puppet had torn a fourth-rank Yin-face Spider apart alive. Of the seven Yin-face Spiders besieging Song Wen, two had already died, leaving five.
These Yin-face Spiders had also discovered the Spider King's death. They were now attacking Song Wen like mad, seemingly