"Have I ever done that?" the snow-white little beast asked nonchalantly, a grass stick dangling from its mouth.
"Of course!" the Martial Mark erupted in anger, "Are you planning to weasel out of it?"
"That's troublesome. You'll have to find the responsible party. I am just a spiritual imprint, much of my memory hasn't been passed down, I only retain a trace of my fighting instinct." Father Ke shrugged indifferently, his hands spread in a dismissive gesture.
"You..." The Martial Mark was so angry it leapt up.
"Forget it, I'll give you three beams of the Light of Eternity. Whether or not you can relinquish your weapon identity and become a true Ancestral God is up to you."
"Chichi."
Divine Light shot into the sky as three beams of the Light of Eternity surged heavenward before transforming into a massive surge of electricity that entered the Martial Mark's body.
The old charlatan quieted down, silently beginning to refine and assimilate it.
