In the snowy land, silence reigned.
Beside him, Feng Changqing and a dozen strong servants stared blankly at the scene.
"Get up and speak."
Zhang Yao smiled, gestured with his hand, and a gentle force lifted Feng Lu into the air.
"Immortal..."
After getting up, Feng Lu's eyes were already turning red, his voice containing a hint of choking:
"In my twilight years, being able to see the face of the Immortal again is truly a blessing of three lifetimes!"
Standing beside him, Feng Changqing finally reacted, his eyes wide open, his heart trembling.
"An Immortal? In the depths of Celestial Capital Mountain, there truly is an Immortal?!"
He felt the world spinning, everything around him seemed filled with unreality.
Yet, his grandfather's reaction unmistakably confirmed that this young man, looking in his twenties, was indeed the Immortal who saved them years ago!
Forty years without aging, isn't that truly a living Immortal?!
Zhang Yao glanced at Feng Lu, sighing:
