章 1142: Talent

"Five hundred years?"

The Deaf Taoist was hesitating. For him, one hundred years or five hundred years was not that different. He was an orc from the Region of Doom, and he had too long of a life expectancy.

The Deaf Taoist was deliberating. Seeing that the Immortal's body was coming again, the Deaf Taoist said impatiently, "Make your puppet stop."

Lu Li stopped the Immortal's body and the remaining Stone Golems. Upon closer consideration, the Deaf Taoist said, "You may take a blood oath and you must agree to one more term."

Lu Li was intrigued but he was still adamant, "Say your request first. If it is something I cannot do, then forget about it."

The Deaf Taoist answered, "If you cannot go to the Divinity, you must set me free in one hundred years. If you can, you must send me back to the Region of Doom."

"Back to the Region of Doom?"