The voice fell.
Before the imperial city, absolute silence reigned.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, a sense of powerlessness surging in their hearts.
Only upon hearing the high ancestor's words did they finally understand.
The Great Tang's Lamp-Lighting Martial Saint, whom they held in such high regard, was in this person's eyes merely a rustic country bumpkin wielding a wooden stick.
So this was the difference between immortals and mortals?
"So..."
Jiang Yuechu spoke up abruptly. "Since they're so formidable, why... are they so fragile?"
"..."
The high ancestor's expression of grief and indignation instantly froze on his face.
The originally heavy and oppressive atmosphere.
Because of this single remark.
Suddenly turned rather awkward.
That was right.
Since things were described with such profound mystery, as something so invincible.
Then why was this so-called orthodox immortal currently looking like a dead dog?
Without even a chance to fight back?
"This..."
The high ancestor opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.
A murmur of doubt echoed in his heart as well.
Logically speaking... it should not have been like this.
This child came from the Red Immortal Lineage, stood at the peak of the Lamp-Lighting Realm, and bore their heritage.
How did he end up in this lass's hands... and prove to be such trash?
"Ahem..."
The high ancestor gave two dry coughs, forcibly trying to salvage his dignity. "Lass, you... you are an anomaly."
"But... the Five Immortals Mountain has stood for who knows how many ages, with a true person holding down the fort on every single peak. Those are... beings who have truly transcended the Lamp-Lighting Realm."
At this point.
The high ancestor looked at Jiang Yuechu, his eyes filled with earnestness.
"Guyue."
"Old man says these things to you not to boost others'