The Peacock King's eyes were clear as water, his hair soft, appearing like a snow lotus upon the peak of an icy mountain. He elegantly said, "Wouldn't you say that joining hands to enter the Bronze Ancient Palace is just throwing away our lives? I still hadn't lived my fill yet."
Nan Gongzheng's silver hair gently danced, his tall body being enveloped by a rain of flowers in midair. All the plants beside him were emerald green and filled with vitality. "Don't you want to see the secret of achieving Immortality? Could it be that the reason you exited your eight hundred year seclusion wasn't due to this?"
"From ancient times to now, just how many peerless lives has the Bronze Immortal Palace taken? I haven't heard of anyone achieving Immortality due to it. Rather than say that it's an immortal palace, it's more like a tomb for the Eastern Wastelands' experts."
