"Sworn brother, you're still in the mood to tut?"
Yang Ling said solemnly, "I came all this way to warn you."
"Warn me about what?"
Ji Tianming froze for a moment.
Yang Ling said, "That deputy director of the Divine Guard Bureau from last time, Nangong Fengge, has gone to the Abyssal Beast Grotto to ask the Grand Ancestor of the Cicada-Holding Directorate to suppress you!"
Ji Tianming's expression turned grim:
"Where did you hear that? Is it reliable?"
"I saw it with my own eyes, but I can't guarantee that the Grand Ancestor will actually come."
Yang Ling's gaze was grave. "Shouldn't we make some preparations, just in case?"
"Preparations? What preparations... I can't even move right now. If he really comes to attack me, all I can do is take the beating."
Ji Tianming muttered to himself.
Yang Ling leaned closer. "I heard from the director that this Grand Ancestor might not have any sanity left now.
"You should be a First-Grade Earthly Immortal too, right, sworn brother? If you really fought him, there's no telling who would win."
"First Grade, my ass!"
Ji Tianming couldn't help cursing:
"If I hadn't been seriously injured back then, I might indeed have reached First Grade by now.
"But my body has already turned into a Jiao Dragon. Once my Primordial Spirit fully merges with my body, I will indeed be able to reach First Grade.
"Only, by then..."
He looked Yang Ling up and down, his gaze making Yang Ling's skin crawl:
"Your sworn brother might not remember you anymore."
Yang Ling was startled. "What do you mean?"
Ji Tianming took a deep breath:
"If I reached First Grade normally, even if living too long caused my body to mutate and eventually turn into an exotic beast, I'd still be