Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the King of Xutian Ginseng beside him was unusually silent.
He was well aware of his own situation, yet he hadn't expected the Old Ancestor to rely on this young man before him...
Is he capable???
The thought echoed in the King of Xutian Ginseng's mind.
On Ye Feng's side, he didn't immediately respond to the words of the Xutian Ginseng Old Ancestor. This familiar scene seemed to have happened not long ago within Beast God Mountain.
The difference was that at the time, it was the Beast God who had requested his assistance, but now it was the Xutian Ginseng.
It appeared that these fellows were facing an urgent problem; otherwise, why would they randomly drag him to the Xutian Ginseng's stronghold? He wasn't buying it.
But the question was, weren't there supposed to be one hundred and eight Wisdom Races within the Eternal Secret Realm?
Why not ask them for help instead of seeking assistance from an outsider like himself?