Their faces were as pale as paper, drenched in sweat, as if they had just been fished out from the Hua Qing Pool in the Great Wilderness Immortal Realm.
After a moment, Jiang Shou put away the Thunder of God, stood in the center of the Immortal Selection Pavilion, and looked at the vacant immortal crystal spirit stone at the center, speaking coldly:
"Speak, what happened?"
Although he already understood everything, he still wanted to hear the two's explanations.
Han Song and Li Donglin looked at each other, exchanging glances.
Although they were True Immortals, in front of Elder Jiang Shou, they were no different from ants facing an elephant.
Li Donglin's teeth chattered, almost unable to suppress his inner fear.
In the end, it was Han Song who stepped forward, forcing down his fear, and bowed to Elder Jiang Shou:
