Immortal, Person on the Mountain

"You brat, you... Ah! Forget it!"

The Immortal Venerable shook his head irritably and personally poured Shen Lin a cup of tea.

After Shen Lin accepted it, a refreshing fragrance wafted into his heart.

He took a sip and discovered that the spiritual power within his body immediately recovered noticeably.

That single sip might have been enough to kill an Enlightenment Realm cultivator by sheer overload.

After all, this was the Dao Integration Realm...

As he marveled inwardly, Shen Lin looked at the Immortal Venerable, wondering why this man had left him behind alone and what he wanted to discuss with him.

For some reason, however, the Immortal Venerable's eyes looked somewhat vacant at that moment. He said nothing, his spirit wandering beyond the heavens.

It was as if he had crossed the long river of time and space and recalled his pure self from back then.

Since he did not speak, Shen Lin had no idea what to say either. He could only sit there quietly, taking sip after sip of tea.

After an awkward silence lasting at least a quarter of an hour, the Immortal Venerable suddenly came back to himself.

He shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "Sigh, I'm getting old. I space out from time to time."

Shen Lin smiled and nodded in agreement.

Damn, when someone else spaces out, it only lasts an instant. But you? You spaced out for a whole quarter of an hour.

An existence at the Dao Integration Realm really doesn't take time seriously.

The Immortal Venerable stroked his beard, gathered his thoughts, and said with a light chuckle, "What are your plans from here on?"

"From here on?" Shen Lin paused for a moment. After thinking it over, he said, "I'm going to the Devil Race. There's