Damn it, is there really such a good thing happening?
Yang Zhen's face showed a suspicious look as he stared at the Shaking Light Saint Master, somewhat disbelieving that such a good fortune could fall upon him.
All he had to do was to endure two sticks of incense's time in the Yao Light Lock, and he would get the Shaking Light Holy Land and even be made the Shaking Light Saint Master?
This position of Saint Master seemed a bit too easy to obtain.
But was Yang Zhen the kind of person to be taken in by a little advantage?
Seeing the serious expression on the Shaking Light Saint Master's face, Yang Zhen curled his lip and said, "Spit it out, old man, what are you plotting this time?"
The Shaking Light Saint Master watched Yang Zhen with a smile, the way a father-in-law might look at his son-in-law - the more he looked, the more satisfied he seemed, making Yang Zhen nearly break out in goosebumps.
