Yang Yan didn't answer, but everyone burst into loud laughter.
To these naturally gifted cultivators, that question was simply ridiculous.
Immortal?
Weren't they cultivators already?
Only the woman was now staring intently at Yang Yan, as if waiting expectantly for his answer.
"Yes!" Yang Yan replied with absolute certainty.
"Good!" The old man suddenly shouted, then broke into hearty laughter.
After laughing his fill, he spoke straightforwardly, "A bet's a bet! These things are yours, all of them are yours."
Yang Yan immediately thanked him, but he still waited for the old man to continue and didn't put the items away at once.
Sure enough, the old man nodded in satisfaction, his gaze burning as he fixed it on Yang Yan: "I want to know, young friend, where did you get word of Immortals? It's a pity there are too many people and eyes here, not the time to talk. How about we set a time to chat in detail?"
