"Fortunately, we snatched him back. Otherwise, who knew what those barbarians would have done with His Majesty's corpse? We had to hold back for fear of hurting the rat and breaking the vase—what a suffocating way to fight a war."
"We really have to thank Daoist Priestess Pan for this. If not for her, who knows how many more people would have died today? Those lamas were truly formidable."
"Hey, do you think she's an immortal?"
"A true immortal, probably not. But a half-immortal, perhaps. I heard they cultivate immortality precisely to become immortals. If they truly succeeded, we wouldn't have been able to see them. We can only meet them while their cultivation is still incomplete."
"She's incredible," a soldier said admiringly. "If only I could cultivate immortality too."
"It may not be impossible. I heard that if one prays sincerely, perhaps we too may gain an immortal affinity."
"That's fake, isn't it? How could sincere prayer possibly bring immortal affinity?"
"It's true. Do you know who Pan Yun is?"
"Who?"
The man lowered his voice. "She's the younger sister of Pan Yu, the Vanguard Camp's assistant general. I heard that when his sister was born, she was very frail. But she had loved worshipping gods since childhood and insisted on meditating every day. Then one day, she actually transcended the mortal world and learned to cultivate."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. My cousin works in the kitchens of their Vanguard Camp. During a meal, Pan Yu spoke of his sister with his fellow soldiers, and my cousin heard it all."
The crowd exclaimed in amazement, their thoughts beginning to stir. "Which immortal did she worship?"
"I'll tell you quietly, but don't spread it around."
Everyone leaned closer and pricked up their ears.
The man whispered, "They all say