Shi Lang had finished offering the spirit liquid to the old man and rejuvenating his old bones when he froze. The uneasy heart began to race. At first, he brushed things off, thinking it was about his cultivation. However, now his heart was beating so fast that he could not help but put a hand on his chest.
The terran stood up from the ground and looked at the sky. He did not know what took over him, but he flew into the void and rose above the clouds. He turned in all directions but could not find anything when he heard a voice, "Xiao Lang, what are you looking for?"
Shi Lang turned and found his Master, the Third Ancestor of the Spirit Heart Sect, hovering beside him. He said, "Master, I feel like someone related to me has come to the immortal realm."
The old man nodded faintly, "Your guts are indeed true. Someone with a fate with you has arrived in the immortal realm."