Ling Qing knew who it was just by hearing the voice.
When he turned to look, sure enough, aside from He Xiangu, the other seven of the Eight Immortals had all arrived as well.
He rose and clasped his hands in greeting. "My fellow immortals, have you all been well?"
Lan Caihe stepped over and hopped to his side, patting him on the shoulder. "We've been well enough, but we've had no fortune to speak of."
"What do you mean by that, Brother Caihe?"
"When we first met you, your cultivation was at most that of an Earth Immortal.
"Now, at a glance, you're already no worse than us, while we're still treading water.
"Isn't that a lack of fortune?" Lan Caihe clapped his hands together, putting on a helpless look.
"Exactly, exactly. If we had fortune like yours, then seeing as you've advanced so much, the least you could do would be let us advance even one tiny step, wouldn't you?" Han Zhongli said, slapping his great belly with his feather fan as he shook his head.
"More than that. They say that standing still means falling behind. By that measure, we've actually regressed," He Xiangu said with a sigh, shaking her head as well.
"Do any of you have it worse than me? Across the myriad heavens and worlds, I've cultivated anew who knows how many times, yet I'm still only at this level.
"Have I said a word about it?" Lu Dongbin pointed at himself and sighed.
"Get out of here!!!" The other seven immortals all waved their hands and spat in disdain.
"Every time, before your reincarnation, I was inferior to you. Once you reincarnated, I thought that since I, Iron Crutch, had cultivated the Dao the longest, surely that would be that?
"Yet in the