"Qin Feng, that Demon really is more likely than me to obtain the Creation spirit body." Zhai Zun looked at the old man in front of him and shouted, "It was Qin Feng, right?"
"I don't have to tell you." The white‑robed old man remained indifferent. "All right, stop wasting time. You still have a chance to live—learn a low‑Level Divine Skill."
"I can only accept a low‑Level Divine Skill of Divine Level! In that case I don't want it." Zhai Zun's eyes were filled with cold light.
"You don't want it?" The old man in white clothes frowned.
"Yes. I'm leaving the ruins of Skyfire right now." Zhai Zuo said.
"Then don't regret it." The white‑robed old man said, "Low‑Level Divine Skills at Divine Level are something others can't learn at all."
"I don't need it." Zhai Zun said calmly. He had previously practiced several low‑level Divine Arts; even the strongest among them were only at the middle level. Most importantly, he knew how many trump cards Qin Feng had.
