Great Chu Imperial City, Li Pavilion.
Today, an ancient guest arrived at the Li Pavilion, an old man draped in a black sackcloth robe. The old man's hair and beard were both white, but his eyes gleamed with a golden light. Upon entering the Li Pavilion, the powerful aura he emitted suppressed the entire Carp Pond. No matter how many handfuls of fish food Yan Xin threw, the surface of the pond remained calm as a mirror, with no fish daring to show themselves.
"Old thing... you're still not dead."
Yan Xin looked at the old man before him and spoke in a low voice.
In these hundred years, he could count on one hand the times he had met Qin Ancestor.
"Soon."
Qin Ancestor did not mind the ominous words.
