Inside a Spirit Boat, Xu Fan looked at the black-robed True Immortal and asked with a smile, "Wasn't that exciting?"
The black-robed True Immortal's body was under control; he had only regained the ability to speak.
"I never thought that before dying, I would get to be a Sword Immortal once—facing ten thousand alone, driving back ten thousand with sword qi."
"This life has been worth it. Now I only ask for a swift death. Beneath the Yellow Springs, I will thank Fellow Daoist for your great kindness and virtue." The black-robed True Immortal spoke.
The look in his eyes seemed to be recalling that glorious scene.
"You can't die. Stay alive properly; you'll be of great use." Xu Fan said with a smile.
At this time, Xu Fan spotted Xingling atop a mountain.
"Fellow Daoist Xingling, I didn't expect we'd meet again in the Immortal World so soon." Xu Fan greeted him warmly.
"I didn't expect that the first time I suffered such serious injuries in the Immortal World, it would be at the hands of Great Elder." Xingling looked at the black-robed True Immortal behind Xu Fan, his face suddenly showing understanding.
"Fellow Daoist Xingling hid yourself deeply. I didn't see through you at the time, or I definitely would have held back a little." Xu Fan said.
Amid the mountain range, atop a flat mountaintop.
Xu Fan set up a small table with three or four plates of Little Cai and two jars of fine wine. The black-robed True Immortal stood by his side, waiting on them.
"By my master's orders, I came to retrieve an Acquired Spirit Treasure. I didn't expect to run into Great Elder by such a coincidence." Xingling raised his cup and clinked it with Xu Fan's.
"What sort of great being could