Halt the body from falling downward, Chen Hai's figure pauses, suspended in the pitch-black seawater.
Looking at Xie Yuan, the bald man, holding that umbrella, he just woke up and was completely bewildered.
Before he could speak, Xie Yuan on the other side continued: "From ancient times to now, my name, Xie Yuan, anyone with a bit of knowledge above the Primordial would certainly have heard of it."
"You seem somewhat unfamiliar; you must have become a Quasi-Saint only in recent years, right?"
"Otherwise, upon hearing my name, you wouldn't react like this."
"A person can be incompetent, but not ignorant. If you're somewhat self-aware, you would know the insurmountable power gap between you new Quasi-Saints and us ancient survivors."
"It's only because I am kind-hearted and like fair trade that I'm willing to exchange an Acquired Spiritual Treasure for the tower above your head."
