Sword Spirit

Yan Immortal... Is this guy really just a Yan Immortal?

"Jian Wushuang, what kind of being are you?" Prince Jiu's eyes were filled with bitterness.

From the beginning, it seemed like he had never regarded Jian Wushuang as anything special.

It was only during the Heavenly Court feast, during the first Immortal Peach seizing competition, that Jian Wushuang had almost effortlessly claimed the final Immortal Peach, thereby entering the gaze of all the imperial princes.

And from that day until now, barely 20,000 years had passed, and he had grown into an existence even Prince Jiu could not ignore.

"Jian Wushuang, oh Jian Wushuang, if you were one of us princes, how wonderful it would be," Prince Jiu muttered absentmindedly. "I could offer you everything that Prince Yan can't, including the bloodline of an Emperor."

Just then, a timid voice sounded behind him, "My Lord, would you like to leave with us?"