Pang Ju stares at the two young ladies who used to be no different from an ant in his eyes approaching him. He wanted to kill them on the spot but finally recalled that the Holy Witch had crippled his cultivation making him lose all his cultivation and become a mortal without any strength. Just thinking about this fact sent shivers in his soul. The loss of cultivation meant he will not only have his powers but also his youthful appearance.
Thinking how an attractive man becoming an old man on the verge of death terrifies him. He raised his arms with an uncontrollable shaking in his body, with his blurry sight he saw his smooth and jade-like arms now dried up and even his bones were shaped covered by a bit of his flesh and skin. Wrinkled skin, with spots of deaths all over, he knew what this meant.
He had gone old.
