"Hmph, talk to me again when you become an Immortal King."
Feng Jiuyou rolled her eyes at Zhou Sui.
She hardly believed this man could become an Immortal King in the future.
After all, even she, a talent of the Phoenix Clan, believed that the Daluo Golden Immortal was almost her limit.
Becoming an Immortal King was nearly impossible.
It was like a natural moat, hindering countless talents from progressing further.
Every era in the Immortal World births numerous talents, but how many can become Immortal Kings?
One could say that the number of Immortal Kings in the Immortal World could be counted on one's fingers.
The emergence of each one is enough to influence the structure of the Immortal World.
This is the true king.
"In that case, when I become an Immortal King, I'll come to marry you."
Zhou Sui said straightforwardly.
"Bah."
