Qin Zheng had never heard of the name Kunlun before and was still curious, but he did not continue to ask.
Fortune granted by the immortals is hard to come by; every word one says must be contemplated carefully.
Buddhists and Taoists both speak of methods for cultivating immortality and the path to eternal life, but they have never shown any mystical abilities. When faced with an unreasonable martial artist, they often have to tuck tail and flee in disorder.
Now that he had encountered a true immortal, it was clearly an indication of good fortune shining upon him, and Qin Zheng couldn't help feeling excited.
"Then I shall impose upon the immortal for a year, and later I will offer incense morning and evening to repay the kindness of saving my life."
"It's nothing."
Zhou Yi flicked his fingers, and a flash of mystical light fell from his hands.
