"Yang Zun, do you desire immortality?"
Xiao Yi's mouth curled into a smile as he gazed at Yang Zun before him and asked with a chuckle.
Yang Zun was stunned, then suddenly raised his head, looking at Xiao Yi with disbelief.
His breathing became rapid all at once.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump...
Yang Zun gasped for air, his aged face flushed with a rosy color.
Immortality!
Who wouldn't want it?
But...
Yang Zun showed a bitter smile and said, "Xiao Zhenguo, don't tease this old man. To enter the Longevity Secret Realm, one must possess the Spirit of Immortality, which has always been in the hands of the five great sacred lands..."
Yet, Yang Ling spoke up, "Ancestor, behind Xiao Zhenguo is Baiyu, remember?"
"This..."
Yang Zun trembled all over, looking at Xiao Yi with disbelief.
Baiyu was also one of the five great sacred lands.
They certainly possessed the Spirit of Immortality!
Could it be...
