“What Brother Wang says is wise indeed; it is just that Brother Wang’s cultivation is too high, and this is also your Righteous Sun Sect’s territory. This humble Li had no choice but to use this kind of plan. I am overwhelmed with guilt inside too,” Li Changsheng said with a look of shame. He clearly didn’t like this plan all that much either.

Wang Wuxie snorted and said, “You speak so nobly, but you behave like a crook. Li Changsheng, what is the point in pursuing a so-called great dao anymore? You are destined to share no karma with immortality in this life.”

Li Changsheng’s expression remained calm as he replied, “Since ancient times, how many have even achieved immortality? It is nothing special if I cannot reach it in the end.”

When he saw that Li Changsheng seemingly wasn’t offended at all, Wang Wuxie felt as if he had punched a pillow. He asked, “Just how did you get Yan Xuehen’s handwriting? Furthermore, in such a way that I didn’t even see any flaws.” That was what he couldn't understand, as well as the reason...