"That good?" Lin Zifeng was stunned. Since when had Dashuai-ge become so generous? On the way here, Lin Zifeng had suggested several times that it carry him, and this Dead Dog would rather die than agree.
"Cut the crap. Time's tight, and I'm kinda scared those Guardians won't even recognize me anymore." Its mood was complicated now. After all, it hadn't been back for so many years. It didn't even know if those Divine Altar native Guardians were still around; the Greek Magic Bracelet had been snatched away long ago. When the Blazing Angel fought the experts of all nations five years ago, who knew how many of the Divine Altar natives were slaughtered.
So with the massive changes over these years, Dashuai-ge was honestly afraid they were already gone. If that was the case, coming back now would just be sighing over memories.
