"I wonder if I can hold out."
Senior Brother repeated the words with a smile, leaving the bronze furnace he had been leaning against and taking a few steps forward.
The vast Square gradually fell silent. The disciples of the Daoist Order watched Senior Brother, not even understanding what he meant.
Even the Celestial Master had said he could not hold out. How could Senior Brother?
Senior Brother walked up to his fellow disciples, the same gentle smile on his honest face. He always seemed to be like this.
Whatever happened, he stood beside them.
"You lot... Master already made it perfectly clear. He just couldn't bear to say it outright.
Some things are better left to me to spell out. I'm your senior brother, after all."
He shook his head and pointed at the sky.
"The Heavenly Court isn't complete yet. Then we'll complete it..."
Senior Brother turned around and gazed intently at every blade of grass and every tree on Dragon-Tiger Mountain, as though he wanted to engrave every last detail in his heart.
The orphan whom the Old Celestial Master had found at the age of six had lived on Dragon-Tiger Mountain for decades.
This was his home. Still smiling, though his eyes had reddened, Senior Brother bowed deeply to the Old Celestial Master.
"Master, I, your disciple Zhang Quandao, am willing to become an immortal to complete the Heavenly Court!"
At those words, Zhang Xiao saw his parents' and his martial uncles' expressions change. Shock crossed their faces, then gave way to understanding.
Zhang Xiao's heart jolted. Become an immortal?
Wasn't becoming an immortal a good thing? Why did everyone look a little... as though it wasn't something to look forward to?
Would they come back after becoming immortals? Or go somewhere else?
Senior Brother's words