Upon hearing Shen Jizi speak, Xiao Jie finally let out a sigh of relief.
Gaining immortality is what truly matters! To be honest, he wasn't particularly concerned with the schemes of the Wuming Taoist.
The existence of the other party remained hidden behind the scenes, and their plots were hard to judge as either good or bad, with no compulsion whatsoever.
The effects on him were vague and insubstantial.
How can it compare to the importance of becoming immortal? Now that Shen Jizi made such assurances, how could Xiao Jie still care about the Wuming Taoist.
"Thank you, Immortal," he said.
Shen Jizi chuckled, "Haha, no need to thank me. Although I am willing to help you, whether you can ultimately become immortal depends on your own fortune. Follow me."
Xiao Jie felt a twinge of anxiety in his heart, wondering what this meant. Was there another task to complete?
Alas, why is the path to immortality so difficult?
