The Demon Ancestor made a tempting promise. If the underground palace at other ancient altar arrays contained heavenly and earthly treasures like the Soul Destruction Sand, no one would be unmoved.
Chen Nan was no exception, but he did not immediately agree.
If he had to serve the Demon Ancestor, wasn't it reasonable to ask for some recompense?
"I've been to one ancient altar and took the Soul Destruction Sand from there."
The enormous face of the Demon Ancestor showed a hint of surprise, and his voice stirred a gust of wind as he spoke.
"So it was you, little guy, who lifted a seal, allowing my strength to recover somewhat. Well done."
A single sentence wasn't enough to dismiss him?
Chen Nan, naturally unwilling, continued, "As far as I know, to open the ancient altar array, a token is essential..."
Before he finished speaking, a few black dots suddenly shot out of one of the Demon Ancestor's eyes, quickly falling into Chen Nan's hand.
