Zhang Feng continued to sit on the stone bench, observing the trembling ancient tree.
He watched it for five days, it trembled for five days, and the ground was covered with huge fallen leaves.
Meanwhile.
After the Old Sect Master awoke, he slowly regained consciousness, knowing what had happened to him and realizing that this Yang deity had saved him!
"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"
He kowtowed, which was the proper etiquette in the cultivation world.
"May I ask about the Yang deity?" Zhang Feng continued to inquire about the previous subject, "I have only practiced Taoism for eleven years in my old age.
I am still quite ignorant of the cultivation world."
"You... became an immortal in eleven years?" The Old Sect Master was completely baffled upon hearing this.
But he didn't think this Yang deity was deceiving him.
Thus, he quickly gathered his shocked mind and recounted the saying about Yang deities.
Even as he spoke, he dared not look at Zhang Feng.
