Fatty Long & Ding Dong

Someone in the Golden Core realm who could survive a fight against an immortal would become a big sensation that would pull attention from every big clan and sect. They would go all out looking for any information on this cultivator.

MingYue was sure this fat man's status was not simple. 

No normal nascent soul cultivator could have had a golden core cultivator as his maid. Not even a heaven-chosen could do this, and the man had two.

The only possible reason was that he was a direct descendant from the immortal, one that they still took care of.

'I hope he really has a good reason for doing this, not a petty reason where he covets beauty like all those stupid young masters…'

With that thought, MingYue returned to the wagon. Meanwhile, the fatty's lined eyes were now looking at the teleportation array.

"Are you sure the information is right? He will come here?"