"Uh…"
Ling Feng's forehead darkened, originally he had held great respect for the Infinite Sword King in his heart, but this sudden act from the old fellow added a strange look to Ling Feng's eyes.
The Infinite Sword King did not notice that Ling Feng had developed some misconceptions about him, and walked straight toward Ling Feng with a somewhat shy expression, "Hehe, young friend Ling Feng, there is a favor I need to ask of you, would you be willing?"
"I'm not willing! I mean, Senior Wu Ji, I have some urgent matters to attend to, and it's really not convenient."
Ling Feng quickly stepped back, thinking to himself: Could this old man be planning on forcing himself on me?
The Infinite Sword King, seeing the panic in Ling Feng, immediately steadied his step. "Young friend Ling Feng, I know this might be quite sudden, but I am left with only a residual soul and have no chance of going out, so I have no choice but to choose you."
