Half a day later.
The Divine-Demonic Trade Point had already disbanded.
The vast Western Desert, endless yellow sands, with ancient temples scattered throughout.
At this moment.
In an abandoned temple.
Jiang Shi's eyes flickered as he looked at Zhao Feiyan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground before him, and said, "You just swallow this Divine Guidance Grass directly."
"Yes, but this is only the first step, there's one more step to go."
Zhao Houcai's face was slightly embarrassed as he said, "I'm asking for a small favor from Young Hero Jiang, to help guide the Saint's will from my daughter's abdomen and inject it into this piece of Ancient Jade."
Zhao Houcai took out a black Ancient Jade the size of a human head from a package behind him and said with a smile.
"Oh?"
Jiang Shi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he smiled, "Why? Must it be me for this task? You can't do it yourself? Elder Zhao, what would you have done if you hadn't met me this time?"
