A gentle breeze swept by, stirring up a few shattered feathers.
In the center of the dissipating cloud of dust, Su Ling'er stood silently.
Behind her, the old man tremblingly opened his eyes. He felt his chest. There was no blood, no hole—only a fiercely pounding heart reminding him that he was still alive.
He stared blankly, his tear-filled gaze fixed on the figure standing before them.
"Im... Immortal?" The old man's lips trembled. The word came out so softly, as if he were afraid to shatter this beautiful dream.
'Is this... an Immortal?'
He had lived most of his life, but this was the first time he had ever been so close to an Immortal.
There had been Immortals in Anhe City before—the Immortal Masters of the Celestial Furnace Sect. But those Immortal Masters were always high and mighty, sitting enthroned on clouds or surrounded by the City Lord and the heads of the great families like the moon among stars, high up in their towers.
