"First, tell us exactly what happened."
Feng Xi raised a hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then sat down by the bedside and looked straight at Wu Shan.
As a Grand Unity True Immortal, Wu Shan ranked among the very best of all titled generals in the Demon-Slaying Bureau across the Great Southern Continent. Returning so grievously wounded meant he had fought someone.
Even a Grand Unity True Immortal like him had fallen unconscious. How had Nanyang, a young cultivator, brought him back?
At those words, three towering golden giants surfaced in Wu Shan's mind once more. Of them, the figure whose every movement was accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers had left the deepest impression on him.
The Bodhi Sect's true scripture was already one of the foremost Great Daos in the world. No one capable of cultivating such a grand scripture could be a mere pretender.
That man had fought two alone and crushed the other two Great Grade Arhats with unstoppable force, allowing Wu Shan to witness what it meant to stand at the absolute pinnacle of the Fourth Rank.
He had overpowered all those of the same realm, his entire body radiating an invincible aura.
Wu Shan had merely had old injuries triggered by the lingering might of the Bodhisattva, causing him to faint. He had not lost his memories. It should have been easy for him to recount the entire sequence of events, even recreate the scene with immortal power.
Yet now, after swallowing hard, he fell silent.
The familiar voice that had sounded beside his ears before he lost consciousness made him think of someone.
More importantly, there were the words that person had spoken.
I can negotiate too... I can join the sect too...
"Hah."
Wu Shan let out a