After speaking, Lin Tian reached forward, and the Immortalizing Pool that Li Shimin had hidden in his spatial ring appeared in his hand, a pool of emerald water resting quietly there.
Li Shimin's expression changed drastically at the sight. Although the Tang Dynasty now had five million Earth Immortals, it had precious few natural treasures to further their cultivation.
Moreover, the path from mortal to immortal was extraordinarily difficult. Without the Immortalizing Pool to pave the way, Li Shimin naturally felt the loss keenly.
Yet however much it pained him, he knew it was impossible to snatch anything from Lin Tian's hands. He could only accept it.
After Lin Tian left, several ministers began cursing him. "This Vine Dao Venerable is truly arrogant. Since the Tang King is to become the Human Sovereign, and he himself bears no title of Saint, he ought to treat His Majesty courteously. Instead, he acts with such insolence that the mere sight of him makes one seethe."
It took little thought to realize that those who spoke had all held some degree of grievance against Lin Tian. While he was present, they dared not speak freely; now that he had left, they seized the chance to wag their tongues. They were petty men indeed.
"Having just observed the Vine Dao Venerable, what does the Tang King think of him?"
Just then, a voice came from the rear of the Imperial Palace. A great door quietly opened, and two figures emerged: Patriarch Minghe and Daoist Jieyin.
Two years had passed. Jieyin had long since shed Golden Cicada's appearance and cultivated a new fleshly body. Even his strength had returned to its former level, a cultivation realm comparable to Zhunti's.
After Laozi left, Jieyin had set out with Minghe to meet the Tang King and explain