459 Honor

The Painting of the Nine Immortals had a scenery that mimicked poetries and paintings. It was a view that belonged only in Heavens.

On top of the giant Mountain of the Healing Soul, the Immortal of Alchemy suspended in mid-air. He was sage-like and divine.

Ling Xian was wearing a black robe. He stood silently behind Liao Cang Qiong and he found it hard to hide the ecstasy he felt.

Eight years of anticipation, eight years of waiting, he had finally awakened the Immortal of Alchemy. How could he not feel overjoyed?

The Immortal of Alchemy was also overjoyed. For one, he had finally been awakened. For two, from the Untainted and Feng Qing Ming, he learned about Ling Xian's achievements.

As a Master, nothing made him happier than having his apprentice succeed. All of Ling Xian's accomplishments satisfied him.

On top of that, he had been away for eight years. If he didn't have the identity of an Immortal, he would be crying from his emotions.