This person, though elderly, had a jade-like white glow on his face, exuding a slight aura of a mystic, resembling an ethereal Taoist.
However, at this moment, the old man's eyes were slightly closed as a bright moonlight shone on him, as if something was undergoing a transformation.
And behind this elder stood another figure, short in stature, yet with muscles as rugged as steel.
These two were none other than Lu Zhenghun and Bone Spirit Tiger, who had just rushed over from the Eastern Forest Kingdom.
"Master Lu Zhenghun, apologies for having you follow the cargo plane here. The current situation is tense, and I hope you can forgive us."
Long Xianling sat in his wheelchair, his face full of reverence.
He was a famed tycoon on Xiang Island, and among a group of elders in their seventies and eighties, he was relatively young, being only sixty-one this year.
Thanks to years of a privileged lifestyle and daily maintenance, he only looked less than fifty.
