The City Lord had already recognized the four people before him at this moment, as the ones being hunted by an Immortal, His face flickered with wild joy, but he immediately felt something was amiss and asked with his eyes wide open, "What do you mean?"
"Power truly is the thing in this world that most confuses the heart. I've made myself so clear, yet you still haven't caught on," the old crone said with her unpleasant voice, laughing.
"What makes you think Immortals will actually satisfy your needs? Medicine of Immortality, what a huge joke! Which Immortal would part with such treasure for you commoners? Even if given to you, could your feeble body withstand that powerful medicine?" the old crone still mocked with her shrill voice.
Upon hearing this, the City Lord's complexion turned like a dye shop, various colors filled his face, constantly changing. He bowed his head to look at his own hands, which were already stained with the fresh blood of his kin.
