"You fought them… eighty thousand years ago?" Lin Mu asked quietly, almost disbelieving.
The Elder's lips curved into a faint smile that did not reach his eyes. "Indeed. They have always hidden in the shadows, whispering falsehoods and bending mortals to their will. I thought they had been destroyed during the Cleansing of the Unorthodox, when their strongholds were buried beneath the wrath of the powers. Yet it seems even then, some of their lineage escaped."
He looked down at Lin Mu, seeing the disbelief in the young man's face, and let out a quiet chuckle. "You are wondering how I still live, I see."
Lin Mu scratched the back of his neck, feeling slightly embarrassed to be caught. "I admit, I am. It is rare for even immortal beasts to survive through so many milleniums."
