C17 Senior Brother's Follower

Ye Qingxuan hastily bowed towards the distant sky, feeling incomparably delighted in his heart.

With an additional ten thousand years of lifespan, no matter how poor his talent was, he should at least be able to cultivate a Divine Clone, right?

The special effect was always at his beck and call. He had acted tough countless times, and this was the first time he had obtained such an advantage