Qin Zheng had never heard the name Kunlun, and though he still felt doubtful within, he did not continue to ask.
Immortal destiny is hard to seek—every word should be weighed with care.
Buddhism and Daoism both say there exists a way to cultivate immortality and attain longevity, yet have never shown any miraculous skill, and when faced with unreasonable martial brutes, they too flee in panic, clutching their heads.
Now, encountering a True Immortal, it's clear fortune moves upon him; Qin Zheng's heart burned with excitement.
"Then I shall trouble Immortal for a year—henceforth, I will offer incense morning and night to repay your lifesaving grace."
"It's no bother."
Zhou Yi tapped his finger, and a flash of spell light descended.
Qin Zheng, new to this strange land, kept up vigilance even before Immortal, channeling qi-blood to his legs, ready to use Qinggong.
