"Ascend and become an Immortal?"
The Qingfeng Sword let out a mocking laugh.
She, just like Xu Qingfeng, had never believed in that crap.
Or rather, she didn't believe that some vague, illusory ascension could be achieved just by walking a road or eating a fruit.
If that was all it took to become an Immortal, then it was far too cheap.
Yes.
Cheap.
In the Qingfeng Sword's eyes, an Immortal would never do something like "for one person's transcendence, bury the entire Immortal Domain with them."
"Tell me, if we feed Xu Lai that fruit, will he come back to life?" Ruan Tang continued to ask.
"The dead can't be brought back to life… right?"
The Qingfeng Sword's tone was anything but firm.
After all, those old bastards in the Nine Kings' Palace who should've died ten thousand times over by now—did they count as having died and come back?
Clearly they only had a million years of lifespan, yet they'd forcibly dragged it out until now.
