"Plop!"
Mukai's legs went weak, and he directly knelt on the ground.
"Immortal, spare me... Immortal, spare me..."
"I shouldn't have brought people here to disturb your peaceful cultivation..."
"Please have mercy and spare me this once..."
Earlier, he might have still been somewhat hopeful.
After all, getting struck by lightning might not necessarily be divine retribution; it could just be plain bad luck.
But when the dark clouds writhed into words, it became the last straw.
This is a miracle!
There really are immortals in Shangqing Tao!
Mukai was so frightened that his legs went limp, and his heart pounded so hard it seemed like it would leap out of his throat.
So, he knelt on the spot without hesitation.
At this moment, what dignity is there to speak of?
An honorable man knows when to yield or stretch, and in front of an immortal, preserving one's life is most important!
