"You... you all..."
Elder Chu's originally excited expression gradually changed, his eyes, which had been squinted into slits while smiling, grew wider and wider like he had seen a ghost, he steadfastly watched Qin Feng and the other without looking away.
After quite a while, he finally exclaimed, "Have you become immortals?"
During his speech, his figure leaped like a flea, zooming from the back of the Five-Colored Divine Bull onto the back of a large sculpture, standing in front of Qin Feng and Li Miaozhen, the old craftsman. He measured them back and forth for quite some time, even wanting to poke at them with his hand to see if they were real.
However, he didn't succeed, as Qin Feng quickly caught his finger.
Joking aside, he certainly didn't like being pointed at by men, let alone by an old man whose hair was nearly all gone and whose face was full of wrinkles!
"You actually became immortals!"
