"An Immortal disciple, huh... sigh."
Long Xingtianxia sat in front of the computer, looking at the event introduction on the official website for a long time, letting out a complex and indescribable sigh. In this sigh, there was a yearning for Immortal Fate, a helplessness towards reality, and even a sense of being a high-ranking person yet unable to reach a higher level.
Behind him came a steady yet slightly dragging sound of footsteps, accompanied by an old yet gentle inquiry: "President, why are you sighing?" Long Xingtianxia didn't need to turn around to know that it must be Hong Fu Qitian. This originally young core member, due to the repeated use of a secret technique that consumes life span at critical moments, had his appearance turned like an elder in his fifties or sixties, and his voice carried the hoarseness of years.
