"Those two immortals really have no sense of decency, fighting without finding a secluded place, dragging an innocent passerby like you into it."

Sensing a hint of sorrow in the other's words, Qi Yuan could only cough lightly to mask his embarrassment, offering a few comforting words for free.

The elder with the surname Shi seemed to have come to terms with it, saying softly, "Such is the will of Heaven, what can one do? I have roamed the world for tens of thousands of years, settling scores and vanquishing foes, yet in the end, I cannot escape the cycle of fate."

Then, he forced himself to continue, "Because I did not walk the path of the Heavenly Dao earlier, I found my path blocked after reaching the Great Ascension. To become an immortal, I could only pin my hopes on that elusive immortal fate."