Hearing this Demigod's advice, Lin Zhen patted his shoulder: "Thanks for the heads up, bro. If you hadn't said anything, I might've been a little reckless."
The Demigod, seeing Lin Zhen patting his shoulder, appeared somewhat moved: "Lin Zhen, you might not believe it, but even though I'm over seventy thousand years old today, I admire you the most. I believe you could become the strongest Martial Artist!"
"Hehe! That's debatable. Martial Artists live with their lives hanging by a thread, who can promise to stay alive tomorrow."
"True, but I still believe in you."
This Demigod goes on, pulling Lin Zhen: "Since we're not immediately entering the hundred-meter radius, let's chat. I've met two friends from the Endless Species here. We can't start fighting now, only talk. We can't always be at odds. On making contact, I found that not all Endless Species are bad."
Lin Zhen did not immediately follow this Demigod, but asked instead: "What's your name?"