Xuanzang racked his brains but couldn't figure out how all this had anything to do with whether his flesh could attain longevity.
On the other side, Jin Jiao and Silver Horn had already received the news as soon as Xuanzang and his disciples entered Flat Peak Mountain. This information did not come from the little monsters under them, but rather from the Earth God of this place.
To whom is the Earth God actually inclined?
He leans toward no one. Both sides are like lords to him, and he dares not offend either.
"Brother, let me first go and meet that Xuanzang and his disciples."
"Be careful, brother."
Silver Horn's cultivation was at the level of Golden Immortal, though it was of a rather less potent kind, mainly because, in normal times, he was busy stoking the furnace for the Lord and didn't have much occasion to use his skills. Of course, his real combat strength was still quite formidable among Golden Immortals due to the Magical Treasures he possessed.
