A few drops of rain fell on the gray sky, and Jiang Xiaowu was stunned.
"Master, is this the way we believe in?"
Under the mountains of blood and corpses, he staggered a step, "Your master is a layman, Tao. It's too difficult to understand."
"Can that person really become an immortal?"
"That's just the greed of the human heart, Xiaowu, do you still want to...: Follow the master?"