"Mr. Duan, I'm truly embarrassed to make you see me in such a state. Please, forgive my crippled body for not being able to rise and greet you."
In the Evergreen Hall, Li Zongyao wrapped in heavy clothing, appeared as an elderly man from the mundane world, profoundly aged and frail.
Across from him, sat a cultivator from the Shuihua Sword Sect—the master of Li Quangeng, Duan Dongyang, who always had good relations with the Li Family and held high authority within the sect.
"My old friend you...sigh!"
Duan Dongyang let out a long sigh, his divine sense sweeping over the old man's body, indeed only to see emptiness, Dantian shattered, and not a drop of mana left.
Coupled with his meridians being severed and the dim light of his life's flame, such grievous injuries were likely only healable by the legendary spirit pills.
