"Do you want to become an immortal?"
"An immortal?"
"Yes, an immortal!"
"The kind that flies around in the sky and never ages?"
"Yes, that kind. How about you give it some thought, old Zhao?"
"Think my ass!"
It was a perfectly normal thing for Xu Qing to say, but when Zhao Zhonghe heard it, it sounded completely different.
Letting him become an immortal? Why not just say I'm rebelling to become the Emperor and appoint you as my general?
Zhao Zhonghe saw Xu Qing's serious face and thought there was something important. Instead, he got this.
"Don't be so skeptical. Just look at this True Man in front of you; he's a Land Immortal who's lived for two thousand years."
Zhao Zhonghe looked at the middle-aged man with sunken eyes, pale face, and an aura full of deception, and felt even more doubtful.
"He looks like a sickly, gambling, womanizing ghost. Living another twenty years would be a stretch, let alone two thousand..."