"Father... Father..."
"Old bastard, get out here!"
"Your son wants to see you!"
Wuwei shouted all around the palace.
But there was no response.
He even ran behind the Divine Temple to see whether the old man was in the Spirit Plantation Garden.
He wasn't!
In the Spirit Plantation Garden, the once-lush tree had long since withered, leaving only a bare trunk.
"Where did the old man go?" Wuwei glared at He Pingsheng, his eyes wide with fury.
Everyone else looked at He Pingsheng too.
He Pingsheng took a deep breath. He knew he could no longer keep this hidden today, so he nodded and said, "Fine, I can tell you... but anyone uninvolved needs to leave first!"
There were six people in the room.
Besides He Pingsheng, there were Wuwei, Chongyang, Sword Bamboo, Yuxuan, and the outsider wearing a purple Daoist robe.
It was obvious whom He Pingsheng meant.
Wuwei cupped his hands toward the Daoist and said, "Sir, please step outside first. We have some internal affairs to handle. Wuwei will not withhold a single item of what I promised you!"
"Very well!" The Purple-Robed Daoist nodded, then left the hall straightaway.
Now only their own people remained in the hall.
Apart from He Pingsheng, everyone was at the Golden Core Stage.
"All right, can you tell us now?" Wuwei narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at He Pingsheng.
It was as though he feared He Pingsheng would run away.
He Pingsheng said, "Although Master told everyone back then that he had already reached Knowing One's Fate and still had sixty years left to live, the truth is that he has indeed ascended to immortality!"
"Well, well..." Before He Pingsheng could finish, Wuwei said heatedly, "The old bastard did say he had sixty years left, but now he's actually