Jian Xingchen's mind sparkled with a fleeting idea, and a wicked smile formed at the corners of his lips, as if he'd recalled something amusing.
"Mo Lin, I'll be frank with you, there's a trace of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao's divinity in the Cloud Sea."
Jian Xingchen spoke slowly to Mo Lin: "I can help you find this trace of divinity."
"Then what?" Mo Lin crossed his arms over his chest and asked Jian Xingchen coldly.
"Lend me a trace of your divinity, and I can help you draw out another trace of divinity."
Jian Xingchen spoke slowly: "The same kind of divinity can attract each other."
"Alright." Mo Lin agreed.
Jian Xingchen's pupils suddenly contracted; he never expected Mo Lin to agree so easily.
There wasn't even a hint of hesitation.
Mo Lin slowly raised his hand, a golden light appeared in the palm of Mo Lin's hand.
This was the trace of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao's divinity refined by Mo Lin.
