Prying Open His Mouth to Feed Him

"Older Brother, I've recently received advertisements from many Immortal World factions. May I ask which faction your father—the Senior—joined?" Clone No. 1 asked curiously.

"Something called Heavenly Dao Palace, I think? I never paid much attention to it." The Hall Master of Artifact Refining Hall thought for a moment before answering.

"Back then, many sects with Golden Immortals overseeing them sent clones into this world to recruit my father."

"I was still young then. I only remember those people stuffing piles upon piles of good things into my hands. Even now, I haven't used some of them up."

"Everything had been settled, and he was supposed to join Youxian Palace, but in the end, someone especially formidable snatched him away. That faction was said to have a Great Luo in command."

"The Senior is that formidable?" Clone No. 1 said seriously.

He did not understand what realm a Great Luo was, but it was definitely stronger than a Golden Immortal.

"More or less. He contacted me recently and wanted me to ascend, saying that the War of Two Races was underway and that I was too dangerous staying in this world." The Hall Master of Artifact Refining Hall said.

"Dangerous? I've never felt it. Although the Supreme Venerable has ascended, Supreme Immortal City is often guarded by Invincible Venerables with low serial numbers. Ordinary members of the Demon Race wouldn't dare come here."

"Actually, I think going to the Immortal World wouldn't be a bad choice either," Clone No. 1 advised.

"I do want to see the old man, but I once boasted before him that even without his help, I could advance to Great Grandmaster in Artifact Refining."

"After all these years in the lower realm, with hope finally in sight of advancing to Great Grandmaster in Artifact Refining