Order Divine Chains coiled around Old Vine, lending him a sacred, inviolable presence and immense majesty.
"Thank you for saving me, Senior. I should have withered away and died." The lush green Old Vine spoke, expressing his gratitude to Ji Hao.
"It was nothing. Just a lift of the hand."
At Ji Hao's words, Old Vine froze. A lift of the hand? In this Lower Realm, divine treasures capable of saving him were almost impossible to find. He had lived far too long and suffered grievous injuries, so it was only natural that his life would run dry. Anything capable of restoring his life existed only in worlds of a higher order.
Thus, in Old Vine's eyes, Ji Hao was a great figure from the Upper Realm.
The man who had planted him-the founding master of the Lower Realm's Butian Pavilion-had once spoken beneath his vines about the Upper Realm. That was when Old Vine had learned that beyond this sky lay another, far mightier expanse.
After settling his emotions somewhat, Old Vine said solemnly, "Senior, saving my life is a kindness as vast as the heavens. As long as it does not harm the Butian Pavilion or bring chaos to the land, I will do anything for you."
He knew there was no free lunch in this world. The other party had paid an enormous price to bestow that boundless divine liquid upon him, so he surely had a purpose.
However, Old Vine had sworn to protect the Butian Pavilion. He was also peaceful by nature and broad of heart, so he would never do anything that harmed the Butian Pavilion or threw the land into turmoil, even if it killed him.
"Don't be nervous. As I said, it was merely a lift of the hand. That drop of