"Is there something you need?"
Ji Chen spoke, locking eyes with Long Shiyuan, able to sense that the other had ill intentions.
"In this Era of Final Law, it's quite rare for the Human Race's younger generation to produce someone like you. It's a pity that the Wound of the Dao is irreversible; otherwise, I would have liked to spar with you. But now, it seems that there's no need."
He stood proudly, sweeping his gaze over Ji Chen, continuing, "In the Dragon Race, we have a Holy Medicine that can greatly aid the Wound of the Dao, possibly granting you a few more years of life. Of course, this Holy Medicine is exceedingly precious. Should you choose to pledge allegiance to the Dragon Race in the coming years, perhaps I could request some for you."
"Pledge allegiance to the Dragon Race?"
Ji Chen was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, then replied with a smile, "You've picked the wrong person. Though I'm a nobody, I still have a spine."
