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Boom!
Just past noon, a succession of ships began to dock at the wharf of Penglai Immortal Island.
Before the crew could even lower the gangway, an aged voice rang out from atop one of the ships, loud as a cracked gong:
"Quick, lift me up! Lift me up!
I, He Qijin, have clung to life without dying, waited year after year, surpassed my hundredth birthday, and today, at last, I have finally set foot on this Penglai Immortal Mountain.
Lord Shan, have mercy! Hahaha..."
An old man with white hair and a frail body, who could not walk by himself, lay on a stretcher being carefully carried off the ship by several powerful warriors from the Peach God Tao.
Seeing his excitement bordering on delirium, one might have thought the old man had just been named a scholar.
Many other elderly men disembarked along with him, some looking over ninety, others in their eighties, and some in their sixties and seventies—with not a single one younger than sixty.
