Perhaps it was truly a dead end, or perhaps it was a gamble.
Lan Yun finally nodded and said, "Great Elder, prepare to open the Divine Pool and heal his injuries."
Xue Ningsi's beautiful eyes widened in anger: "Sis, you want to let him soak in our God Race's Divine Pool? He's just a boy from the outside world, what merit does he have to soak in the Divine Pool?"
"The Divine Pool has always been reserved for the queen of our God Race and those who have made great contributions to our race. After so many years, the pool can only be used once more."
Lan Yun's expression was firm: "Ningsi, if we become slaves to the Demon Race, the Divine Pool will be wasted on them anyway. Right now, we have no choice but to trust him."
The white-robed elder who previously scolded Ye Chenfeng, the Great Elder, walked to Ye Chenfeng's iron cage.
The Great Elder of the God Race, named Wu Rong, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, opened the door of the iron cage.
To be honest.
