Zhao Changkong looked as though he had found a priceless treasure. He could barely contain his excitement.
He carefully went over every word Lin Changqing had just said.
He repeated the names of the three resources in particular, afraid he might forget them.
"Pure Yang Scarlet Flame Grass, Darkwater Azure Lotus Seeds, Realm-Breaking Origin-Return Pill."
Zhao Changkong clenched his fists.
"Senior even told me how my energy should flow through my meridians when I break through."
"As long as I gather those three resources, becoming a True Immortal is within reach!"
While he was beside himself with joy, Liang Siji, standing nearby, grew anxious.
Liang Siji looked at Zhao Changkong, then at Lin Changqing.
Envy practically spilled from his eyes.
That old rascal Zhao Changkong is far too lucky.
A few sentences solved a bottleneck that's plagued him for hundreds of years.
Liang Siji felt a sour pang of envy.
I haven't reached Half-Step True Immortal yet, but I want Senior's guidance too.
Who wouldn't want to become a True Immortal, a mighty Heavenly Lord revered by all?
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he grew, but he did not dare speak out of turn.
All he could do was gaze pleadingly at Lin Changqing.
His eyes seemed to say, Senior, what about me? What about me?
He looked pitiful, like a puppy its master had left to one side.
Lin Changqing grew uncomfortable under that stare.
He turned and met Liang Siji's expression head-on.
This old rascal is a city lord, at least.
How can he look at me like that?
Lin Changqing's mouth twitched, and distaste crossed his face.
"What's with that expression?"
He could not help asking.
"You're a city lord at the peak Heaven Immortal stage, yet you look like a beggar."
Liang