The Immortal Realm was brimming with business opportunities and fortuitous chances.
Sea Macaque had now amassed wealth enough to rival an entire region. His businesses spanned the four seas and reached into every trade, yet his expression was somewhat melancholy. He was not as happy as one might have imagined.
"The Golden Core Realm is nothing to worry about. I might even have the strength to fight a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator."
"If the poison doesn't kill them, it'll kill me!"
Sea Macaque gazed out at the street beyond the window, and his eyes suddenly grew blurred. He seemed to see a scene from long ago—the scene of their first meeting.
Of course, he later learned that he had been deceived.
That spiritual herb had not been nearly as miraculous as he had imagined, nor had it been plucked from any sea. It had been nourished by that brat's Body Qi...
In the end, when he learned that the brat had wanted to save Spirit Stones to buy a flying artifact for his father to see, he stopped holding the matter against him.
"It would be nice if you were here, brat."
Sea Macaque lowered his eyes and chuckled softly. A shadow that could never be dispelled lingered in his gaze. "We clearly agreed that we would become great tycoons together in the Immortal Realm. Now that the dream has come true, you... are no longer here."
He drank tea alone, his figure carrying a touch of loneliness and desolation.
Yet Sea Macaque firmly believed—believed that the Dao Ancestor and Senior Heavenly Wheel could bring him back alive. He would continue seeking the Immortal Dao, endlessly extending his lifespan, and wait for that brat's return!
The young macaques' expressions changed slightly. They did not dare disturb him and quietly