Jiang Ping An arrived outside Xie BenJun's room and bowed. "Master, your disciple has settled his affairs and can now depart for the Netherworld Land."
The old man had been watching him the entire time, leaving him no chance to escape. Leaving a few days earlier or later would have made no difference.
"Come in."
An aged voice came from inside the room.
Jiang Ping An pushed open the door and entered.
Today, Xie BenJun had changed into a white Daoist robe, clean and immaculate, his entire body radiating a pure white glow. Even his beard had been smoothed out, and his stray eyebrows trimmed neatly. He truly carried the bearing of an Immortal.
"On this journey, my disciple, you will personally witness your master's breakthrough and become a witness to history."
He's even boasting now. Jiang Ping An grumbled inwardly, though his face wore an expression of admiration. "This disciple will certainly catch up to Master's footsteps and become an advanced Weapon Refinement Immortal Master like Master."
Xie BenJun smiled at his disciple and thought to himself, You have no chance of becoming a Refining Master, but I can refine you into an artifact spirit, so you can follow by my side forever.
"Master, what kind of place is the Netherworld Land?" Jiang Ping An asked.
"The Netherworld Land is also known as the Land of Silent Death. There are almost no living creatures there. It is located within the Demon Domain where we currently are. It is said that it leads to a place beyond the Immortal Realm, though that is merely a rumor."
"In the Netherworld Land, there is an extremely yin and wicked flame known as Netherworld Fire. That is also the purpose of our journey. Your master needs to borrow the Netherworld Fire to refine