"Very well, I grant you a position for the Immortal Fruit!" Yang Ji nodded.
"When my Lord achieved the First True Transmission and his name spread across the Myriad Realms, I was at Mahayana stage. When my Lord became the Red Dust Immortal, and his might overshadowed the world, I remained at Mahayana stage. From then on, I understood the term 'genius.' My Lord possesses the aptitude of an Immortal King, and I wish to serve you as my master, to seek a path of immortality and longevity," said an aged cultivator at the late Mahayana stage as he gave Yang Ji a deep bow.
"I grant you the path of immortality and longevity!" Yang Ji responded.
"My Lord, the world is vast, and I wish to see it for myself. When I tire of wandering, may I return and compete for a position for the Immortal Fruit?" A middle-aged man with a somewhat unrestrained temperament stroked his forehead hair and said with a smile as he saluted Yang Ji.
