“What are your orders, young masters?” another girl came after the two boys sat. They got a vacant table near the center in these crowd of cultivators around them.
At first, Maru wanted to look for a corner to not be too recognizable but as it was the first ones to be filled, he had no choice but to take another course of action and avoid unnecessary attention.
“We will take only the best on the menu. And also let my friend here add his wishes on the list. Thank you.” Maru replied succinctly.
“Okay. HAHAHA! Since my good friend has let me, I want to add this Divine Duck’s meat…” Tiny Slim began picking his fill of orders.
“Are you sure no one would notice me in here, Madame Ais?” Maru asked the system.
“Affirmative, Maru. Only a level 9 cultivator or higher could pierce the illusion you wear at the moment or possibly someone who attained much success on discernment abilities.
There is no man or beast that possessed those qualifications near you.” Madame Ais replied.
“That’s good then.” Maru muttered and eavesdropped on the conversations around him. Tiny Slim was still perusing the menu with gentle hands as he drooled at the eventual feast he may have, later tonight.
“Do you know the latest news? Several sects have closed off their gates from the outside world. They just vanished as if they never existed in the first place.” a hushed tone audibly registered on Maru’s ears.
“HAHAHAHA! That’s old news my friend! I come from the far south and wars had already plagued those lands. The ownerless territories of those sects who left was up for anybody’s grabs.
A sea of blood was a common scene in those lands.” a loud one rose among the rest that further intensified the discussion among the rest of the people within.
“What do you think happened?” an elderly man asked towards another. They were clearly at the ends of their life but was surprisingly the strongest amongst these gathering of cultivators.
“I heard that many immortals fell during an expedition, months before. It is only a rumor but it has been widely spread among the Circle of Seniors.”
“What?! How can this be true?! That’s preposterous!” the old man screamed in disbelief.
His outburst should have shaken the majority if not for the imperceptible screen of power that surrounded both of them. The mass of experts neither heard their words nor saw their lips move, save for one.
“Is that real, Madame Ais? Do immortals die?” Maru was terrified for the first time in months. How could immortals be dead?
They were already immortals and would last even if there were no more rocks that composed the earth and the clouds that enthroned the heavens was no longer present.
“Affirmative, Maru.” Madame Ais replied briefly.
“Who has the power to end an immortal’s life?” Maru asked in confusion. His thoughts were a mixed clutter of fear and anxiety.
“A level 9 or 10 cultivator could exterminate an immortal in a millisecond, Maru.” Madame Ais informed in its usual cold unfeeling voice.
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