The Yellow River surged onward. Lin Feng and Granny Weiming stood beside it, and Lin Feng took out the dead wood.
Then the two stared at each other.
The wind beside the Yellow River was astonishingly fierce. It was the depths of winter, and they stood taking the full brunt of it beside the frozen-solid river. Lin Feng was fine, but if the old woman stayed like this much longer, she might fall ill from the cold.
Lin Feng waited for Granny Weiming to summon the Yellow River Earl. After all, he really had nothing to offer him.
Besides, making an offering was one thing, and inviting a god to appear was another.
They were two separate matters.
Lin Feng had yet to make his first offering, so he could not summon the Yellow River Earl.
As for the incantations of the Deity-Binding and General-Summoning Art...
Lin Feng did know some such incantations—the Thief's Gate Secret Art was one of them. The question was, would he dare use them to bind and summon the Yellow River Earl?
Those incantations forcibly ordered wandering spirits to appear, speaking with the authority of a superior.
They worked perfectly well on ordinary wandering spirits with no powerful backing, but not on the Yellow River Earl. Lin Feng was not his superior.
What right did he have to drag the Yellow River Earl out?
This was the Yellow River Earl!
As for Granny Weiming, it never would have occurred to her that the young man before her could not summon the River Earl.
After all, she had personally witnessed the Yellow River Earl's aura appearing alongside this young man in the imperial palace. How could she have known that the Yellow River Earl had appeared to watch the world's final destruction, and that it had