None of the Yan Immortals from the Heavenly Court could have predicted such an ending.
Jian Wushuang was like a startled swan, barging into every line of sight.
It was too unbelievable. This was the first time that the Immortal Peach was taken by a Yan Immortal, who was not one of the seven Princes.
Moreover, Jian Wushuang was not the Young Emperor's companion, so the Immortal Peach in his hand was completely his.
He took out the Immortal Peach that contained the shackles of fate from his arms. He did not even look at it longingly. It was like an ordinary fruit.
"Hey, catch." Jian Wushuang smiled and threw the Peach to the Young Emperor.
A stream of light streaked across the air and then landed in his hand.
Looking at the fruit in his hand, the Young Emperor raised an eyebrow. He only needed to take a bite and the Fortune in the Immortal Peach would rush into his body and help him break through.
