"Please speak, Donor Meng, this humble monk is like a candle flickering in the wind, my health is not well.
The claws of that Celestial Demon could reach in again at any time, I'm afraid I won't be much help."
After speaking, the Dragon-Subduing Arhat looked sorrowful.
Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan immediately understood.
The Dragon-Subduing Arhat would certainly not be like the Great Brahman Heaven back then,
who gave him all his remaining strength without reservation.
The aura of Martial Arts was not enough for him to place his bet on Meng Chuan.
Or perhaps he still harbored hope in his heart... of restoring his mana?
These were not things he questioned further.
He couldn't very well say, "If you don't give it, then I'll take it myself!"
And then pull out Demon Seed True Qi to kill the other party...
He still needed to rely on the Dragon-Subduing Arhat to trap Fang Jianxing for him.
Such an approach was resolutely undesirable...
