The golden-armored middle-aged man looked proud, his words carrying authority, and said: "Rest assured, you are someone I wish to cultivate. As long as you don't act rashly and follow the steps, there are immortal skills waiting for you. When you become my Yan Chu Immortal General, and visit the mountain, regardless of your cultivation level, even the Sect Masters of Tianyi Sect will come to greet you personally!"
His words were bold, but also true.
Though those sects wielded considerable power, compared to the entire Yan Chu Ancient Immortal Dynasty, they resembled a mayfly trying to shake a tree, unable to compete.
Upon hearing this, the small ember in Li Hao's heart extinguished.
Cultivation, joining the army... these were not what he aspired for.
Not to mention a thousand years... it was too long.
Following his own path, he might not achieve less in a thousand years.
