A few months have passed since they last met, and the old man's complexion has noticeably worsened, visibly aged.
For a Dao Foundation Stage Martial Artist, such rapid aging is clearly abnormal.
"Marquis?!"
A delighted voice rang out as Yuan Mengfei suddenly stood up from her seat.
He Jian lifted his head, surprised to see Li Fei.
Although he had been focused on his work, as a Dao Foundation Stage Martial Artist, his external perception was still sharp, yet he hadn't sensed Li Fei's arrival at all.
Even now, with Li Fei standing right in front of him, He Jian couldn't perceive any sign of a living being from him.
If he closed his eyes, he would feel as though a piece of iron stood before him, not a person.
"Marquis, you've emerged from seclusion? Are you alright?"
Yuan Mengfei asked with concern.
Li Fei smiled and said, "I'm fine."
Yuan Mengfei looked earnestly into Li Fei's eyes, feeling like he wasn't lying, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
