Qin Sang knew that over the years, Wandering Man had chosen many people.0

Among them must have been geniuses from both the human and demon races, each with greater talent than his own, each with better prospects of walking farther along the path. 1

Yet in the end, he entrusted the charred wood to him. It was not only trust. It was also recognition, and boundless expectation.0

"Once an artifact spirit is nurtured, can Senior truly return?" Qin Sang’s hand tightened.0

After listening to Wandering Man’s final words recorded in the jade slip, Qin Sang had agreed without the slightest hesitation. If there was even a chance to bring Wandering Man back to life, who else but me could bear it?0

All at once, Qin Sang had felt a heavy weight settle upon his shoulders. On the road of seeking immortality, he had begun to carry something known as responsibility.0

Seeing Qin Sang standing there in silence...0