"Could it be... Has my entire life's pursuit of immortality been in vain?"
King Xiaoyao said somberly.
I had heard of the riches of the East Sea, but I never imagined they would be so vast; compared to them, what's an emperor of the mortal world but a beggar?
Beyond his noble status and some mundane gold, silver, and power, he truly had nothing that could touch the treasures of the immortals.
But these worldly possessions, in the eyes of a true immortal, are nothing more than rubble, easily obtained in tenfold, a hundredfold!
For King Xiaoyao, who was accustomed to wielding wealth and power to command the people of the Martial World, it was indeed a considerable blow.
"Hmph... I was just about to attend a grand gathering on Divine Wood Island in the East Sea when I happened upon your boat and saw that your lives were hanging by a thread. I descended my sword light to save you... merely for the sake of acquiring merit,"
Zhuo Yifan continued.
