This was how he had transformed, step by step, from a nameless Junior Cultivator into the man he was today.
At this thought, the smile on his face widened.
He nodded, but his tone turned a few degrees colder. "Of course," he said lightly. "Could it be that you don't trust my promise?"
The young man quickly bowed his head, his voice filled with terror and reverence. "Immortal Master, spare me! This humble one is willing to follow you to the Immortal Realm! No... as long as you're willing to take me to the Immortal Realm, I will do anything for you!"
The Cultivator was very pleased with this answer. "Enough with the pleasantries. If you want to prove yourself, tell me everything that has happened in the many years since I left..."
He paused, feeling his question was a bit too broad. He then added, "Focus on where those Martial Artists came from, and tell me who orchestrated everything from behind the scenes..."
The young man nodded and opened his mouth, as if to speak.
