Seeing that Yao Huangcun was listening attentively, Li Zhōujūn smiled and said, "If my disciple has not ascended to the Immortal Realm in a hundred years, then that will show that my disciple truly is not worthy of an Immortal Lord's daughter.
But if my disciple ascends to the Immortal Realm within a hundred years, then the matter between the two of them will naturally fall into place.
A hundred years will also be enough to see whether the two of them truly love each other.
After all, if two hearts remain together for a long time, what need is there to stay together day and night?"
"'If two hearts remain together for a long time, what need is there to stay together day and night?' Fellow Daoist, what literary talent!"
Hearing this, Yao Huangcun's eyes filled with surprise. He had always been quite fond of poetry and prose. Seeing that Li Zhōujūn possessed such flowing literary talent, and that his strength was also close to his own, Yao Huangcun now looked at him with the feeling that enemies had to fight before they became friends.
"Fellow Daoist is joking. I didn't create that poem." Li Zhōujūn smiled at this.
"Fellow Daoist is being modest." Yao Huangcun laughed. He would never believe that someone from the lower realm could possess such literary talent.
Seeing this, Li Zhōujūn could only shake his head helplessly.
At the same time.
Yao Huangcun still carefully considered what Li Zhōujūn had said.
A hundred years was no more than the snap of a finger to experts at their level of Immortal Lord.
If this boy could truly ascend to the Immortal Realm within a hundred years, that would be acceptable.
After all, to be honest, given the thin spiritual energy of the lower realm,
even