"Indeed, indeed, it has been nearly three million years, and our Youming Sect has finally produced an extraordinary genius."
After Lord Specter finished his report, the voice that came from the coffin grew slightly louder, seemingly in a pleased tone.
However, Zhang Bin felt a chill crawling over him.
Because it seemed like there were two extremely cold gazes penetrating through the bronze coffin, casting upon him.
It was as if they had seen into his heart.
Zhang Bin immediately fantasized in his mind about marrying a princess, the wonderful scenes of intense romance, then imagined himself quickly growing stronger, exhibiting a commanding presence over the world, and finally imagined his ascension to the immortal realm with many beauties, the most blissful scenes.
Eventually, those two chilling gazes withdrew.
"Zhang Bin, was your first condition simply to marry a princess? Is that the extent of your appetite?"
The Sect Leader asked calmly.
