"It's ruined!"
The Third Prince slapped his forehead, his face pale. The ancestor won't stay dead and is going to come back to life. What about his inheritance? What's going to happen to that huge Immortal Island? We won't have to give back those ten strands of Mirage Qi, right?
"It's ruined!"
Liang Qu slapped his forehead, his expression stiff. The spirit doesn't die, the body doesn't perish, isn't that just like the "gods" in stories? As long as there are believers, the god never dies, to the point where as long as someone remembers, it won't perish? How are we supposed to deal with the Old Yin Whale and the Yin Yang People like this? No wonder so many Immortals are unwilling to offend them.
Both the person and the dragon held their heads in their hands, looking terrified.
The clouds in the sky transformed into a dragon, wisps of white mist fluttering around.
Steps ascended into the heavens, with three individuals and a dragon ambling along them.
