"Longevity...I acknowledge, but Tao Fruit?" In this moment, Chen Zhixing looked at the other with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Do you—half-dead as you are—really deserve the term 'Longevity Tao Fruit'?"
"....."
The figure, upon hearing this, did not continue to argue. Having gone through this period herself, she understood that Chen Zhixing was not someone who could be persuaded now. It would only be in the future, when he found himself stuck for countless years and nearing the end of his lifespan, that he would naturally embark on this path without needing others to persuade him.
Just like she had done in the past.
The phantom slowly disappeared in front of Chen Zhixing.
This time, without the cover of the Cyan Pheasant Immortal Sword, it vanished directly into the air.
The ground trembled slightly.
It was the White Flood Dragon, realizing that the other had left, finally relaxed and moved slightly.
