"You're saying this inheritance is for me?"
Clouds and mist swayed within the Dragon Transformation Pool, like an immortal paradise.
Yang Que looked at the Dragon Transformation High Person before him in some astonishment.
The Dragon Transformation High Person held a revolving streak of light in his palm, a trace of helplessness in his mung-bean-sized eyes:
"If he doesn't want it, there's nothing I can do... it's been so long, and there still hasn't been anyone suitable. You're barely passable in my eyes, so you can have it."
Hearing the Dragon Transformation High Person's words, Yang Que felt a tightness in his chest.
Am I really that bad?
I'm still the strongest person beneath Spirit Transformation, aren't I?
Even if that was in the past.
But knowing that a Law Treasure's True Spirit understood nothing of worldly dealings and spoke without restraint, he could only let out a long breath.
Then he looked at the Dragon Transformation High Person and, as a thought occurred to him, asked hesitantly:
"Why are you so eager to give this inheritance to a cultivator, High Person? Perhaps our Great Qian has no suitable candidates to inherit these legacies at present, but there might be some in the future."
The Dragon Transformation High Person rolled his eyes:
"Those crooked melons and split dates? They haven't even laid proper foundations. I could wait another few centuries and still have no hope. My friend doesn't want to wait anymore either. Enough nonsense. Do you want it or not?"
Although Yang Que still felt that much of this made no sense, recalling his helplessness before that cultivator, against whom he had been utterly unable to fight back, brought an irrepressible trace of resentment and anger to his heart.
He looked at the Dragon Transformation High Person again and