The Seven Great Immortal State Warriors

The elder in a Taoist robe with loose sleeves floated in the air, letting wind toss his long white beard up until it brushed against his high cheekbone. He was the elder from the Wu Dang Sect who drank tea with Chen just a few days before.

"I am Li Changsheng, it's an honor to meet you, Immortal Master Chen."

Li Changsheng bowed to Chen Fan slightly.

Li Changsheng didn't possess the same nonchalance as he did last time. Instead, he looked impassive and aloof.

"Hehe, Changsheng, doesn't it mean Longevity? That's all you mortals care about, isn't it?"

Chen Fan shook his head.

He had expected this day to come since the moment he confessed to Li Changsheng that he was an Immortal Cultivator, although he didn't expect it to be that soon. It was evident that the temptation of Immortal Cultivation was too great for these mortals to resist. They wanted it even if it meant death.