Warrior Dimension

The old man pointed at the bow on Qian Jin’s back and said, “You can have a try with this. Given your present shooting skill and the power of Level 9 Demon Fighter, your odds are good.”

“I’ll let it go,” Qian Jin shook his head nonchalantly. “Killing it now will only get me one magic core, but keeping it growing is equal to growing plants. When the day comes that I’m really in need of it, I’ll come back and put an end to it. At that time, its magic core will yield a greater value. Isn’t this a better choice?”

The old man squatted down the by the Demon Doran Tree, stared at its flickering fruit and said, “Boy, get it.”

Qian Jin picked up the fruit and grasped it in his palm curiously. He couldn’t sense any warrior energy inside it, as if it was nothing more than a peculiar stone.