Bab 394: Ghost race

"This is [Qi], my sphere. I offer it to you as a token of my gratitude for saving my life."

Yi Chen's expression was sincere, his gaze unwavering. He seemed genuinely truthful.

"As far as I know, this is your only sphere. If you give your [Qi] to me, your level will drop to Emperor level."

Could he be planning to cultivate a new sphere?

Alex looked at him questioningly, her mind racing.

"Please accept this as a token of my appreciation. I hope that one day, this humble offering will help you become a Supreme Xian(God) and bring peace to this wretched world!"

Yi Chen bowed even lower, as if refusing to rise until Alex accepted his gift.

"There's no rush. Why don't you tell me about your past first?"

"Very well. If you wish to hear it, I shall tell you."

Yi Chen, an ancient Chinese man. It seemed Edgar was right. They were all from parallel worlds.