"Senior Brother, have you really decided to jump from Kunlun Terrace and become an ordinary mortal, with nothing but a mortal body from now on?"
Qin Zhulu curled his lips into a smile and looked at his junior brother, whose eyes were full of concern.
"Little Du Zhong, if I stay on Mount Kunlun, does that mean I can become an immortal?"
Du Zhong instinctively wanted to tell Qin Zhulu to try again, wait a little longer, and keep working at it... Perhaps Heaven would take pity on him, and a chance to transcend mortality and become an immortal would appear.
But as he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that he had grown as tall as his senior brother.
When he first arrived at Mount Kunlun, he hadn't even come up to Qin Zhulu's knee.
The words he wanted to say became silence. With red-rimmed eyes, Du Zhong hugged Qin Zhulu. "Senior Brother, I can't bear to see you go."
"But I know just as well that you haven't been happy here on Mount Kunlun. The Saintess..."
Noticing Qin Zhulu's mood darken, Du Zhong stopped himself in time.
