"You look so plain and ordinary. Why were you chosen as the host?"
Qi Suian didn't kill the Spirit Demon, Zimeng. After a "physical exchange" and some harsh interrogation, the Spirit Demon had become much more humble.
Then, Qi Suian voiced his confusion.
"I don't know. At the time, I thought my luck had turned and someone was delivering an Immortal Spiritual Root to me."
"As long as I could refine it, becoming an Immortal Demon would be no problem. But I didn't even have two days to celebrate before I was trapped in a seal."
"I've only survived this long thanks to the Immortal Spiritual Root." Zimeng didn't know much more than that.
In her era, although she was comparable to a first-rank Mage, she wasn't considered a powerhouse.
Back then, you could say Immortal Mages were a dime a dozen, and first-rank Mages were less than nothing.
However, that was already the final blaze of glory.
"What about ascension? How does that work?" Qi Suian continued to ask.
