Immortal Elder Nanji and the Fishing Elder were playing chess together.
At this moment, the two of them looked much more composed, truly carrying themselves like immortals.
The Fishing Elder placed a piece. "They all think we're sick."
Immortal Elder Nanji stared at the board. "Nonsense. Hun Tiangang is the one who's truly sick."
The Fishing Elder sighed. "Does Lu Chengwen himself even know what his fate is?"
Immortal Elder Nanji finally spotted an opening. Smiling faintly, he picked up a chess piece and slowly placed it before looking at the Fishing Elder. "We're practically in the grave and still don't know what our own fates are. We can't expect too much from him. I think Tiangang made the right decision."
The Fishing Elder sighed again. "But that kid is too slippery, and he reeks of the jianghu. He's like some bandit thug."
Immortal Elder Nanji was surprised. He looked up at the Fishing Elder. "Aren't we all the same kind of people? When it was time to bear the Heavenly Tribulation, I never saw any of us chicken out."
The Fishing Elder raised his head. This time, he did not sigh. His gaze was sharp. "I have to make sure Lu Chengwen is the same kind of person we are. Otherwise, I won't do it."
Immortal Elder Nanji said, "Calm down. Full of Boredom already tested him, and the Xia Family girl's report also said they really drove him into a desperate situation. At that time, he would rather have cut off his own leg."
The Fishing Elder stared at Immortal Elder Nanji. "I don't doubt that he's a good person. We can all see his true nature. But... at critical moments, victory or defeat is often decided in a single thought. Asking me to stake everything on him,