"Who's there?"
"Who's there?"
The two men turned to look simultaneously, but there was no one in the distance. Raising their heads, they saw an elderly man with a long white beard descending slowly on a white cloud from the heavens.
"An… an Immortal!" Qin Heng's eyes widened as he watched the elder flick the horsetail whisk in his hand. Dazzling golden light emerged behind him, like a Banished Immortal descending from the skies.
He didn't possess a Spirit Root and was fated to be excluded from the Immortal Sect.
He had already given up hope.
Yet now, with a True Immortal descending right before him, his once lifeless heart now fluttered with renewed vigor.
Thud!
Without hesitation, Qin Heng dropped to his knees and prostrated himself, shouting fervently, "Qin Heng, a child of the Qin clan from Great Zhou City, humbly welcomes the senior. Please, I beg you to take me as your disciple! Qin Heng is willing to serve by your side and learn from your teachings."
A chance!
