Lin Xin stood inside the Taoist Palace, quietly waiting for that aura to emerge.
Before long, from the depths of the silver palace, a mist of red mixed with bright yellow quickly spread out.
The mist swiftly converged, transforming into a human shape, landing before Lin Xin and the others. It revealed Nan Shunqing's extraordinarily aged face and body.
Nan Shunqing stared dazedly at Lin Xin, the face of the teacher from tens of thousands of years ago when he was still young, suddenly overlapping with the white-robed man standing before him now.
He trembled, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. All his burgeoning emotions could only manifest as uncontrollable shivers throughout his body.
His eyes brimmed with tears as he stepped forward two paces, reaching out to embrace Lin Xin, but suddenly remembered he only had one arm left.
"Hmm!!?"
Lin Xin's gaze darkened immediately upon seeing that Nan Shunqing's right arm was nothing but a naked stump.
"Qing'er, your hand!?"
