However, in the end, his own will suppressed the subconscious impulse in his mind. Lu Yan took a deep breath and calmly responded:
"I have let the first true inheritor laugh."
"Laugh? No, no, no!" Jiang Zhiwei lightly shook his head, a strange color flashing in his eyes.
"That is a very interesting and promising stroke. I sensed a trace of essence from it that is almost not inferior to mine. It's just that you haven't realized how to harness it yet."
"But you must remember, never display it in front of those so-called immortals in this world, otherwise these immortals will unhesitatingly flay and devour you."
Jiang Zhiwei just added a sentence, then seemed to lose the interest to continue discussing this topic, with a few traces of boredom and irritation on his face.
"At your young age, don't think too much. I have no enmity towards you. If you have any thoughts, just ask directly."
