"Was it too heavy-handed?"
Xiao Chen gazed at the desolate land, muttering to himself.
A moment later, the Golden Crow Great Ancestor shot up from the underground and quickly flew back to Xiao Chen.
This time, he finally revealed his true appearance, an ancient-looking figure in a simple blue robe, with white hair and beard, exuding a sense of the passage of time.
At this moment, he was dusty and disheveled, quite embarrassed, with scattered Daoist rhythms around him, but his face was filled with curiosity and joy.
"That sword just now was truly astonishing, unbelievable!" Although the Golden Crow Great Ancestor was defeated, he was more excited than if he had won, staring at Xiao Chen with fervent eyes. "Was it with that sword that you severed the Fengsheng Tower?"
"Yes!" Xiao Chen nodded.
"Good, you definitely have the qualification to lead the Divine Race!" declared the Golden Crow Great Ancestor. "No wonder the founder favored you and left those instructions for you!"
