Why does it feel like Old Zhang is entrusting his orphaned child to me?
When Qin Shi received that extraordinarily significant iron token, his mind went blank.
Logically speaking, wasn't he the one being "entrusted"?
"Master Zhang, are you alright?"
Qin Shi asked anxiously.
Nanhuang Daoist School was his biggest support at the moment.
Without Master Zhang, a grandmaster level figure, Ying Clan could crush him with just one finger.
Of course, he could also seek refuge with Old Chen and willingly become a door-in son-in-law as another way out.
"Don't worry."
Old Zhang lifted his drooping eyelids and smiled, saying:
"I can still live for a few more years."
Qin Shi spread his hands and looked down at the iron object.
It was an ancient-looking palm-sized token, with a metallic sheen on the surface, and the words "Boundless and Unforbidden" engraved on it in an archaic script, void of any sharpness.
