Simon was put in a difficult position.

He was weighing the pros and cons.

Immortality was certainly alluring to everyone, including himself. As he was nearing his end, he had become increasingly fearful of death. However, he was more worried about things escalating out of control.

“Thomas, are you really capable of slaying the Spirit Turtle?” Simon asked.

Though he had guarded this place for a century, he had never entered the Snow Cavern. As such, he knew nothing about the Spirit Turtle’s appearance or strength. The information was passed down through word-of-mouth from his predecessors in the Mount Thunder Sect from generation to generation. There were no records whatsoever.

“Of course.” Confidently, Thomas said, “What’s the point of being here if I can’t slay it?”

“Tell me about your plan.”

Thomas smiled. He walked over to the stone chairs and took a seat.

Simon sat opposite Thomas, furrowing his eyebrows.

Thomas said, “Here’s my plan. Once the Mount Thunder Confer