The middle-aged man never in his wildest dreams imagined he would see a true Immortal in the Mortal District.
Even in the Hall of Envoys, true Immortals were transcendent beings, as rare as a phoenix's feather.
'In that case, is this Qin Daye really a disciple from some great power in the Immortal Realm, out for training, just as I suspected?!'
'I just wonder which power he belongs to.'
'If an Immortal were to strike me down, I would have died in vain.'
'The Young Master would never question an Immortal for the sake of a mere servant like me.'
'I'm just not important enough.'
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man felt the urge to retreat.
Nangong An was dumbfounded, frozen in place like a statue.
'Spacewalk? An Immortal?'
The two words from the middle-aged man, coupled with his look of shocked terror, filled Nangong An with a terrible premonition.
Just then, the giant hand that had torn through space shot out and seized Nangong An.
"No! Don't!"
