"The Immortal Path is elusive, and for us, the fruit of the Divine Tree represents that slender chance of survival. Now, left with no other choice, we take this step, and hope that the King will not blame us," a Taoist dressed old man, holding a horsetail whisk, with an aura of immortality as if he is beyond worldly concerns, earnestly said to the Great River Country Lord.
Hearing the words of these three, the Great River Country Lord showed no expression, his gaze swept over them, revealing no hint of joy or anger in his eyes, utterly indifferent, as if such an impolite request failed to stir any anger in him.
