The Immortal Trap

The scenery inside the Painting of the Nine Immortals was charming and picturesque.

When Ling Xian heard the one sentence that thrilled him, he hurriedly entered the painting.

The moment he arrived, an unfamiliar voice entered his ears from afar and echoed throughout the borderless land inside the painting.

"You are the apprentice Liao Cang Qiong chose?"

The volume of the voice was not loud, yet the sentence exploded in Ling Xian’s ears like a bomb. Each word that was spoken carried a mysterious wave of deterrence that penetrated the entire Painting of the Nine Immortals.

As if being jolted by lightning, Ling Xian became highly alert and uncontrollably nodded. Like a puppet under the manipulation of strings, he was willing to do everything the mysterious man says.

But very quickly, Ling Xian became clear-headed again. Frowning, he said, "You truly are an immortal. Without showing me your face, you have already displayed your power."