"I am an immortal; I ought to bring blessings to a region."
The old man stroked his beard and smiled with narrowed eyes. Then, with a wave of his hand, spiritual rain began to fall from the heavens and earth, every droplet formed entirely from spiritual energy.
After those drops of spiritual rain fell to the ground, they seeped into the earth and nourished it.
They had become immortals; they ought to give something back to heaven and earth as well.
This was no more than a wave of the hand.
"Fellow Daoist, come down for a talk."
Seeing the old man, Ye Lin sent him a voice transmission. This old man had been a Nine-Tribulation Loose Immortal, yet after stepping into the Immortal Realm, his cultivation was still only at the early Earth Immortal stage. That left Ye Lin deeply puzzled.
Did he want to find out more?
"Oh?"
Sensing someone transmitting their voice to him, the old man raised his brows. He was the first to become an immortal, yet someone was addressing him as Fellow Daoist. It seemed to be someone remarkable.
The next moment, the old man smiled again and appeared before Ye Lin in the blink of an eye.
"Fellow Daoist."
The old man nodded to Ye Lin. Now that he too had entered the Immortal Realm, he stood on equal footing with Ye Lin.
Yet after observing Ye Lin for a moment, the old man was somewhat astonished. He discovered that even though he had become an immortal, he was still no match for Ye Lin. He could not see through Ye Lin's realm.
Yet Ye Lin still gave him a sense of danger.
This made him grow several degrees more vigilant, setting aside his previous contempt for Ye Lin. He had originally thought