Prince Xin was taken aback by the fox girl's words.
Indeed.
Without this princely status, he wouldn't even have the qualification to seek Immortal Cultivation, let alone the ability to host a banquet at Yaoxing Tower.
"My lord, if you wish for immortality, there has always been only one path, which is to become an Incense Fire God."
At this moment, a disheveled middle-aged Daoist stroked his beard and said, "The spirit monsters of the world all tread this path. Even this fox girl with centuries of cultivation will eventually turn to dust unless she establishes a temple and enjoys incense offerings to remain eternal."
"Is that also what the Daoist thinks?" Prince Xin came to his senses, somewhat surprised. "Isn't Cultivation supposed to grant immortality?"
