Ling Feng smiled confidently at Ancestor Minghe's visibly unsettled expression.
He knew this was an opportunity even Ancestor Minghe could not refuse.
After all, becoming a Saint was something every living being in the Primordial World dreamed of. Veteran Quasi-Saint powerhouses like Minghe yearned for it until their eyes ached. Their thousands upon thousands of years spent cultivating in seclusion were all for the sake of attaining Sainthood.
It was fair to say that, if he could become a Saint, Minghe probably would not hesitate much even if it meant opposing Hongjun.
And Ling Feng had seized on precisely that desire to get Minghe firmly under his thumb.
"I can make you a Saint!"
Ling Feng looked Minghe straight in the eye and answered with ringing conviction. His confidence stirred the latter's heart.
But soon, suspicion appeared on Minghe's face. "Do you think I'm so easily deceived, fellow Daoist? The Dao Ancestor once said that there are nine Saints under the Heavenly Dao, and candidates have already been chosen for all nine seats. You claim you can help me become a Saint, but I do not believe you."
"You believe whatever Hongjun says?"
Faced with Minghe's doubts, Ling Feng curled his lips slightly and countered with a question, instantly leaving him stammering.
"The Dao Ancestor is the first Saint of the Primordial World, and he teaches the Dao in accordance with the Heavenly Dao's will. Naturally, I believe his words."
Minghe hesitated for a moment before finally giving his reasoning.
Ling Feng shook his head at that. "If his words are the truth simply because he is the strongest in the Primordial World and speaks for the Heavenly Dao, then what if someone stronger than him appeared, but that person was a fiend intent on destroying the Primordial Heaven and