"Are you really going to refuse?"
The elder stared at Su Han and said solemnly, "Illusion Clear Ancestor Emperor, a Heavenly Emperor Realm expert, one of the Twelve Ancestral Emperors of the Qing Emperor Sect, has never taken a direct disciple, nor an adopted son. In my opinion, you should carefully consider your decision."
"No need." Su Han still shook his head.
"Alright then."
The elder said, "After the Heavenly Talent Tournament ends, don't be in a hurry to leave. The Ancestor Emperor has sent you a gift, the Flood Dragon Spirit Liquid of the Battle Heavenly Dragon Flood. According to him, you should be able to use it."
"Flood Dragon Spirit Liquid?!"
Su Han's pupils contracted slightly, he clasped his fists and said, "In that case, I won't stand on ceremony. The Ancestor Emperor's kindness won't be forgotten by this junior."
Seeing this, the elder couldn't help but smile.
"People who remember kindness always journey far..."
