Ye Chen's aura gradually calmed down.
He opened his eyes.
"Lao Chi, I suddenly have an idea." Ye Chen looked at Emperor Mutian's Divine Finger with shining eyes.
When Ye Chen first called him Lao Chi, Emperor Mutian was initially reluctant, but after hearing it many times, he slowly accepted it, snorted coldly, and said, "What's your mischievous plan now?"
Ye Chen: "Lao Chi, if you say that about me, then I feel really hurt. My heart is pure and sincere, yet you call it mischievous. Is the bond we've shared through life and death so shallow?"
Emperor Mutian: "… Talk!"
Ye Chen: "The major forces of the Inner Sea all extract divine power, divine thought, and divine blood from divine corpses. These things are extremely important for cultivators.
But... resources are scarce, and people are many. Even geniuses find it hard to gather enough resources, especially someone with my dull talent.
