Feng Chen's power transfer will consume a hundred thousand years of cultivation, yet he only asked for eight thousand. Such a conscience, he was embarrassed about it!
A good man indeed!
Mr. Zhao was moved, he grasped Feng Chen's hand sincerely and said, "Mr. Feng, I'll offer ten thousand, please make sure to accept it."
"This, it's not necessary to give so much." Feng Chen said, embarrassed.
"It is necessary, let's settle on that."
"Well, okay." Feng Chen sighed, "I will do my best, how much you can learn still depends on yourself."
"Thank you, Mr. Feng."
The two no longer spoke much. One cast the spell to transfer power, while the other began to comprehend the Magic Body.
As the transfer began, the scene within the Enlightenment Realm changed accordingly.
In a garden full of birds chirping and flowers blooming under the bright sun, a black spot appeared in the sky, and as it appeared, the sky quickly darkened, and all living things began to wither.
