C1709 Night Attack(3)
“An artifact spirit?!” Qu Xiangtian was shocked, but quickly shook his head, saying, “That’s impossible. I’m a living, breathing person. How could I be an artifact spirit?”
He simply couldn’t believe it. He was flesh and blood—how could he be an artifact spirit? Besides, he had been cultivating for over a hundred thousand years. If he were an artifact spirit
