"The old man is still so insidious, isn't he afraid of having children with no buttholes?"
Frederick Cohen said irritably.
"For those practicing the spiritual path, we only seek to pursue the ultimate Dao and do not desire to leave behind a bloodline or progeny."
Morven Flint smiled faintly, completely unfazed by Frederick Cohen's words.
"Hey, old man, is the 'Immeasurable' here arranged by your Order's Guardians?"
Salena Carpenter asked curiously, looking at Morven Flint's appearance as if he was only here to probe.
"That's right, you've collected 63 Hearts of the Holy Kingdom by now, so it's time to make a choice, isn't it?"
"What's the intention of the Order's Guardians?"
Frederick Cohen asked, frowning, originally thinking it would be a deadly battle.
But now it seemed that Morven Flint was here to negotiate.
As the leading force, if the Order's Guardians could help him ascend to the position of Holy Lord, it would be an enormous support.
