After Mastering My Skills, I Came Down the Mountain to Talk Zhang Wuji into Cultivation

Zhi Qiu Yiye: “Young man, do you believe in immortals?”

Zhang Wuji: “Immortals? Are you joking?”

Zhi Qiu Yiye smiled mysteriously and pointed to the sky. “Winds rise, clouds gather, thunder roars, and rain falls!”

In an instant, the sky darkened. Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and torrential rain poured down.

Zhang Wuji was stunned.

Zhi Qiu Yiye asked again, “Do you believe me now?”