Xing Xian looked at Fang Chen, awaiting his instructions. "Lord, how should we handle this?"0

Fang Chen set down his teacup, glanced at Supreme Immortal Pudu, and chuckled. "It's been years since we last met; it wouldn't be right to resort to violence when dealing with an old acquaintance. Let him go. There are a few questions I'd like to ask him."0

Xing Xian nodded slightly. With a flick of his sleeve, he released his restraint. Supreme Immortal Pudu immediately collapsed to the ground and gasped for air. His spiritual energy circulated wildly within him as the sensation of life finally returned.0

He had been on the brink of death. After cultivating for centuries, this was the first time he had truly faced the threat of death. His mind had involuntarily replayed countless moments from his past.0

Regaining his composure, Supreme...0