Hong Yi's heart hammered as if it might leap from his chest. The blood rushing through him seemed to speed up until he felt as though it was flowing backward.
This was an enormous gamble. He was only a mortal, while the people before him were seniors even the Eight Great Demon Immortals Under Heaven would address with respect.
Hong Yi did not know whether rushing out so recklessly would displease these seniors enough for them to kill him with a casual blow.
But something deep inside him kept screaming that this was his greatest chance, perhaps his only chance.
Who could guarantee that the opportunity awaiting him in Jade Capital City would actually fall to Hong Yi?
With so many people there, including a Martial Saint renowned throughout the land, surely such an opportunity was more likely to go to one of them.
During the time he had spent teaching the foxes, Hong Yi's outlook had changed. He had learned a little about cultivation.
He felt his life should not be limited to passing the imperial examinations and earning an official title.
This was Hong Yi's wager.
Meng Chuan stopped. Hong Yi had been under his watch the entire time; in Zhang Sanfeng's Livestream Room, he could move the viewpoint wherever he liked.
Hong Yi had stayed hidden, and Meng Chuan had not intended to interfere. He had seen plenty of protagonists. One more Hong Yi would make no difference, nor would one fewer.
But he had not expected Hong Yi, still so green, to have this much nerve.
Did you know that if I were a bad person, doing this would get you killed?
"Brother Longevity, is this the future Yi Zi?" the Fortune Daoist asked, a teasing note in his voice.
"He isn't Yi Zi yet," the