With the thought reaching this point, Jiang Hui reached back into his wide robe and took out the squirming Undying Worm.
Under his imposing suppression, what was once an arrogant and unruly undying insect now appeared like a defanged and declawed tiger, completely listless and motionless.
Gazing at the bizarre clump, the golden tiny man hovering above the bloom of The First Spiritual Root of the Lower Realm suddenly became excited, raising its hands above its head, wanting yet not daring to take it, occasionally licking its lips while its originally golden eyes now shone brightly.
Jiang Hui's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
It really is this.
But what does The First Spiritual Root of the Lower Realm want this thing for?
Could it be that it intends to replace me?!
Could it be because it hasn't been able to attach to the Old White Turtle's shell all these years, resulting in a completely worn down temperament?