"Sure."
The White Profound Spirit happily accepted this new name.
"So, Ah Ling, do you have any impressive abilities?"
Brother Cheng, who originally thought he had unearthed a treasure, felt a bit disheartened that it turned out to be a person, unable to exchange for merit.
Ah Ling proudly said, "I am the god of the White Profound Race and can command all White Profound Race people."
This ability is actually quite remarkable.
Even the Emperor Venerable of the Golden Profound Race, despite such powerful abilities, has only managed to forcibly suppress the White Profound Race over the course of several billion years, without winning their true acceptance.
Besides, it's not even all of them.
Sadly, Brother Cheng doesn't seem to have much use for this ability.
He glanced sideways at this girl, pursing his lips, "Just this?"
The contemptuous look left Ah Ling somewhat unable to accept it.
