"You say you are a True Immortal?"
Even though Marquis Heaven Origin was an old monster of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, even though in those long millions of years he had weathered storms beyond counting, never had anything shocked him this much.
At the hard moment when he had reached the end of his road and become a rat everyone shouted at in the street, someone had suddenly jumped out and said there was no need to fear, hardships were temporary, because buddy was a True Immortal, and now, I've taken a liking to you...
Was this an opportunity?
Though fortune rested on disaster, and disaster lay hidden beneath fortune, and matters of blessing and calamity were inherently difficult to explain clearly, the scene unfolding before his eyes was still too outrageous no matter which angle one looked at it from.
So it was no wonder Marquis Heaven Origin could not accept it.
Even though he was already at the end of his road, even though right now he wanted to grab even a single life-saving straw, he was still, after all, an immortal cultivator of the Tribulation Transcendence level. He was not so far gone as to lack even a little judgment.
A True Immortal?
What a joke. How could one be so easy to meet?
Yet another voice in his heart was saying, What if it's true?
For a time, he sank into silence—or rather, into a dilemma.
No one offered favors for no reason; if not a traitor, then a thief. He was worried the other party had ulterior motives, but on the other hand, he could not help hoping and pondering. What if such an opportunity was real?
Immortal fate was, by nature, something drifting and uncertain. If it had truly appeared here, and he failed