"Have you achieved immortality?"
Milton Cheney asked with some curiosity.
Now that he had only a few years left to live, he naturally spoke more boldly, asking whatever came to mind.
He wasn't worried about asking the wrong questions, as he always knew where to draw the line.
Upon hearing Milton's question, Lotus Immortal simply nodded indifferently.
His face was expressionless, and even Milton couldn't tell what was going through the Immortal's mind.
"How come I feel there's no change in you at all?"
Milton voiced the doubt in his heart.
Indeed, Milton found it very strange.
It seemed that the Lotus Immortal hadn't changed in the slightest from just a moment ago.
Is this what achieving immortality is like, just floating up and then coming back down again?
Although Milton knew it couldn't be that simple, his perception, borrowed from the power of heaven and earth, surely couldn't be deceiving him.
