Li Fan chuckled lightly: "Daoist, you're overthinking. There's nothing so complicated, it's merely a simple question."
"Daoist, do you wish to prove your Dao and become a Mountain Sea Saint?"
What Does Immortal gazed at Li Fan for a long time, then sneered: "Do you mean to say that amidst the mountains and seas, there are those who transcend, yet do not wish to take this step?"
"What is the mysticism in asking this out of nowhere? Could you possibly help me?"
"Indeed! With my aid, Daoist can achieve sainthood as easily as turning over one's hand!" Li Fan immediately replied, with a confident face.
"Hehe..."
If these words were spoken by a Mountain Sea Saint, What Does Immortal might have believed it.
But what Li Fan outwardly showed was merely a transcendence realm.
What Does Immortal naturally regarded Li Fan's words as a joke.
He chose not to pay attention.
"Why did I inexplicably run into such a person..."
"Could it be that another self is scheming in the dark?"
