With the faint mist swirling around, it truly looked as if a heavenly immortal had descended.
The mist, carried by the mountain wind, wasn't thick at all, so at a glance, it was obvious—the person was his own father.
Unable to help himself, he muttered: "So, Dad's become an immortal?"
For them, their father's strength was unfathomable, especially since last time, it was rumored he'd managed to wound that so-called 'Immortal Meng'.
Lu Ziyou couldn't help but once ask Lu Chang'sheng about it. Chang'sheng replied there was still quite a gap before immortality, but seeing the scene now, he couldn't help but think it over again.
Knowing his father was in a critical state, Lu Ziyou didn't make a sound.
A moment later, his heart skipped a beat.
He felt even more sure—his father had truly become an immortal.
Because, at this moment, atop Lu Chang'sheng's head, a wisp of pure energy suddenly appeared.
It was azure in color.
Such a phenomenon—he'd never even heard of before.
