"Not necessarily? Didn't you say you were on the verge of death and wanted us to watch you pass away and ascend to immortality?" Xiuyu Lanyu looked astonished, her gaze carrying an appraising air.
Ziyang Zhen gave a sly chuckle. "This old man will definitely live longer than you. At the very least, I won't be dying right now. Cough, cough."
"Oh? From the way you're talking, Brother, it doesn't sound like you're really about to pass away. You must have come to ask us for help with something important, right?" A white-bearded, white-haired middle-aged Daoist beside him stroked his beard with a smile. A long brush that looked much like a broom was strapped to his back. At a glance, he looked as though he had come specifically to sweep the floor, but I wouldn't dare take that appearance seriously. This strange weapon resembled a brush, yet its handle was as thick as a sword hilt. It was probably a sword concealed within. Once drawn, it would surely flash with icy light.
"Brother Chu's words sound a little more reasonable. They're nothing like Fellow Daoist Xiuyu's. The moment she heard this old man was ascending to immortality, she was as delighted at our meeting as if she'd just given birth to a child," Ziyang Zhen said, puffing out his beard and glaring.
Xiuyu Lanyu snorted angrily. "Even if this old lady gave birth to a child, it still wouldn't make me as happy as watching you ascend!"
"All right, all right, all right. But you'd have to be able to give birth first," Ziyang Zhen continued teasing her, enraging Xiuyu Lanyu until her face turned livid.
The other male and female Daoist companions hurried forward to mediate, then changed the subject by asking about my circumstances. The ice age