However, the strange thing was that the old man's exposed skin emitted a foul smell and faint blood light, clearly indicating serious injuries.
Behind him was a fragile and beautiful woman, holding a six or seven-year-old boy in her arms, with a trace of fear remaining on her face.
The woman occasionally looked back, seeming worried about something.
Only the boy, unaware of his surroundings, was peacefully asleep in his mother's arms.
The white-haired old man did not hide his affection at all, frequently turning his head to look at the boy.
"Ancestor, we've been fleeing for half a year. Have we truly escaped our pursuers now?" The beautiful woman suddenly asked anxiously.
"Old Cang, the most skilled in tracking! Even though we haven't seen any trace of pursuers for half a month, I cannot be certain if we've completely shaken them off. However..."
Just as the old man spoke halfway, the sky ahead suddenly changed.
