Chang Le frankly said, "Elder Qin, at that time I was ordered to infiltrate the God-Making Sect. My devouring ability can plunder the abilities of other supernatural beings, so I was valued by the God-Making Sect. Later, in their 'Descendant Plan,' I helped transfer the energy of the extraterrestrial alien species Biyin and graft it onto the Beixun Whale."
I can only transfer supernatural abilities, but I cannot help with fusion; my supernatural abilities are limited to this.
However, it seems the God-Making Faction has other motives, and my abilities could help them. Or perhaps because the original members of the God-Making Faction are dead, and others in the faction still doubt my abilities, so ever since the Northern War, members of the God-Making Faction have been trying to contact me, both openly and secretly.
"Old Qin, I think the most crucial thing right now is not the doubts of the god-making faction, but what they want to do and what their purpose is."
"I've heard about the recent rumors and the sudden appearance of the mutants. Don't you think this might be the beginning of a huge conspiracy, Elder Qin?"
Qin Ling was silent for a moment before speaking, "I have one last question."
"May I ask you something?"
"Chang Le, will you seek revenge for what happened back then on behalf of Shen Fuguang?"
The air suddenly became quiet.
The question was asked by Qin Xian, but the answer was something that the young masters present and their families all wanted to know.
Chang Le answered calmly and firmly: "I have no intention of starting a war. The Dragon Faction will inherit Fu Guang's will and defend Yulou Pass. But the region owes the Dragon Faction a debt for Fu Guang's death back then."
"I sincerely hope that you will join forces with my Dragon Sect against external enemies. If you abandon me again, just as you abandoned Shen Fuguang back then..."
Chang Le chuckled coldly:
"Old Qin, I'm sorry, I'm not Shen Fuguang, I'm a madman."
He had a weakness to compromise with back then, but I didn't.
He wasn't the one who knocked on the door to the mysterious realm of creation, but I might be.
Qin Ling stared at her with a deep gaze, then turned to scan the expressions of the young people present. Some were calm, some were smiling, but none of them had any obsession or greed in their eyes.
This generation of young people and Chang Le are not the same as the older generation and Shen Fuguang.
Qinling sighed inwardly: Each generation has its own choices.
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