"That's right. Many people saw it. It can't be faked. It's said that the sea he was holding covered the sky and the sun. It was as big as a continent. Right now, the world calls the Dao Ancestor an immortal…"
The masked man said in a deep voice filled with admiration.
The white-robed man turned around and looked at him with a complicated expression. "Such a person was born in the human race?"
The masked man understood what he meant and said, "He might not be the Martial Emperor because he has no ambition. He is only guarding a prosperous dynasty, not the Emperor. He only stays in the Daoist temple all day cultivating and is indifferent to fame and fortune."
The white-robed man said, "Send someone to investigate him again. I want to know everything about him."
"Yes!"
The masked man answered and disappeared.
The white-robed man turned around and looked at the horizon. His eyes drifted away as he muttered to himself, "Your Majesty, have you calculated the arrival of an immortal?"
