"Ah?" Xue Shilou thought he must have heard wrong.
"What did you just say?" Xue Shilou cautiously repeated.
He had competed against the clock to invent new magic skills, all to ask the Snow Emperor to save Lu Yang.
"I'm only a Semi-Immortal, not strong enough to defeat an Immortal," the Snow Emperor seriously said, not feeling there was anything wrong with that statement. Rather, it would be peculiar if he could defeat an Immortal.
The Extreme Northern Lands were already sparsely populated, with far fewer people than the Central Continent, Buddha Country, Demon Territory, and East Sea, and it was difficult for even one Semi-Immortal to appear in a hundred thousand years, let alone an Immortal.
"Choose another wish, and I can make you a Semi-Immortal, grant you countless wealth, and teach you all the cultivation techniques and magic skills from the past to the present."
Grinding his teeth and persistently kowtowing, Xue Shilou said, "Saving Daoist Lu is my only wish!"
