Chapter 460: An Immortal Got Smacked Like a Punk!

For over a thousand years, every generation of talent the Shadow Sect produced had tried everything they could think of, and none of them had managed to free that existence. You were just some brat who still had peach fuzz on his face. What could you possibly do? That was what the Elder of Shadow Sect thought, anyway. He only dared to grumble about it in his head. He would never say it out loud. If he did, Stefan Zimmerman might slap him dead on the spot. He was just about to speak, to say something...