The Immortal World was full of business opportunities and fortuitous chances.
Sea Macaque had now become wealthy enough to rival a region. His businesses spread across the four seas and covered every trade and profession, yet his expression was somewhat gloomy. He was nowhere near as happy as one might have imagined.
"Golden Core Stage is nothing to worry about. I might even have the strength to fight a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator."
"If the poison doesn't kill me, I will!"
Sea Macaque looked out at the street beyond the window, and his eyes suddenly blurred. He seemed to see a scene—the scene of their first meeting.
Of course, he later learned that he had been deceived.
That spiritual herb had not been nearly as miraculous as he had imagined. It had not been picked from any sea at all; it had been nourished by that brat's Body Qi...
In the end, when he learned that the brat had merely wanted to save spirit stones to buy a Sky Soaring Magical Artifact for his old dad to see, he stopped holding the matter against him.
"If only you were here, brat."
Sea Macaque lowered his eyes and chuckled. A haze he could never sweep away lingered at the bottom of his eyes. "We clearly agreed that we would become great tycoons in the Immortal World together. Now that the dream has come true, you... are no longer here."
He drank tea alone, his figure somewhat desolate and lonely.
Yet Sea Macaque firmly believed—believed that the Dao Ancestor and Senior Sky Wheel could bring him back alive. He would continue seeking the Immortal Dao, constantly extending his lifespan, and wait for that brat's return!
A group of young macaques and macaques changed expressions slightly. They did not dare disturb him