Rising Storm
Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
Although the voice from the Spirit Emperor was earth-shattering, it was as though he was worried that the fluctuations of his emotions would cause Xu Qing to collapse and die immediately. From there, it would transform into a fixed coordinate that was difficult to erase. Hence, the divine might and tearing power were clearly restrained.
Xu Qing, who was about to collapse, finally caught his breath.
His body staggered back and he was about to leave. However, when he lifted his head and looked at the dragons and snakes formed by the green luck floating below the huge eye, he recalled the desire Ling'er had emitted in his sea of consciousness earlier. Hence, Xu Qing's heart stirred slightly. He lifted his hand and pointed as he suddenly spoke.
"Respected Ancient Emperor, I want to borrow a strand of luck and return it with an item of equal value in the future!"