"Ten years. I can afford to wait," Yang Dingtian said in a deep voice.
Han Muye nodded and said, "But as far as I know, the soul of the Golden Crow is not on the fifth floor of Ten Thousand Magnificence City."
Golden Crow Soul!
An uncontrollable blood essence power surged from Yang Dingtian's body as he stared at Han Muye. "Where is the Golden Crow's soul?"
He had never thought of the Golden Crow's soul!
Although the Golden Crow's body was good, it was only a dead thing.
The Golden Crow soul was the soul of a true ancient mighty figure. It could control the power of time.
The power of such a mighty figure's soul could even suppress an Immortal Venerable.
Yang Dingtian had never thought of obtaining the Golden Crow's soul.
But Han Muye's words made his heart surge.
If he could really obtain the Golden Crow's soul, even an Immortal Venerable would be afraid of his Heavenly Sun Sword!