"Fellow, you must be joking. Who wouldn't long for immortality?"
The corner of the Dark Sect Immortal's mouth twitched as he supported Wang Jixuan, and impatience filled his eyes.
But he quickly realized something was amiss.
Why was this person beside him asking that question? This guy was seriously injured, apparently drained of immortal power by that terrifying magic artifact earlier. How could he ask such a question?
Soon after, the Daoist felt a bit dazed; he forgot to question further. A longing for the Life and Death Mysterious Gate arose within him, inevitably giving rise to melancholy.
If not for the fact that he had no hope of advancing to Golden Immortal, why would he be constrained by the Dark Sect and risk his life for that Heavenly Dao Stele?
"Do you truly desire immortality?"
The Daoist's face showed sorrow, and bitterness lurked in his eyes.
