Yan Kun was dumbfounded.
"Is it necessary?"
An Wenwei's face was gloomy: "I know to others this seems laughable and pitiful, but in my heart, the Great One is not just a Great One, but also my benefactor, even my father."
"When he was still around, I couldn't do anything for him, now that he is dead, I hope to become a Tomb Guardian for him, there, I can feel his breath, as if he is right beside me..."
With An Wenwei's explanation, Yan Kun understood.
Like a father?
This does make sense.
Yan Kun frowned: "I understand your feelings, but this is not easy to handle. Firstly, your identity is sensitive, and secondly, the Array Department is so big, even if I manage to get you in, it doesn't mean you'll be assigned to guard the Creation God's Array."
An Wenwei cupped his hands and said: "I must ask fellow cultivator Yan for help. If it succeeds, I'm willing to pay any price. Besides, once I'm in, I expect to remain there and never leave again."
