"Speak, Seventh Barbarian Ancestor of the Fan Family, you are willing to abandon your second Primordial Spirit to help this God escape. What is your intention?"
The statue of the Yin Mo Ancestor appeared indifferent. In his eyes, the Seventh Ancestor of the Fan Family was just an insignificant ant, not worth mentioning.
The Fan Family? Heh, just a second-rate Barbarian Clan in the Ancient Barbarian Realm. The Seventh Ancestor of the Fan Family was merely a minor character.
Unlike the humble Fan Family, he, Yin Mo, was a dignified deity of the Barbarian Clan. Few could catch his eye.
Every word and action of his carried a superior's pressure derived from his bloodline, invisibly exerting immense stress on the Seventh Ancestor.
