Just as Zhang Dongwei turned to look at the magnificent palace resting among the clouds on the ninth layer of the Immortal Palace, a subtle magnetic field inside vibrated the surrounding air, transmitting a faint message:
"A converter seems to have lost control. Should we find a way to handle the situation?"
Silence reigned in the palace for a long time before a message was slowly transmitted: "No. The cost is too great."
"But he'll likely ruin the plan. With him around, I'm afraid no one will be able to take the Elixir of Immortality out of the Immortal Realm."
Another message was transmitted via the magnetic field.
"No. As long as someone leaves the Immortal Realm alive, the Elixir of Immortality will have already been taken out."
A reply came from within the palace.
"I don't understand."
This time, the source of the message outside the palace seemed somewhat confused.
