Su Ye contemplated his future plans.
「Meanwhile.」
Weiyuan Immortal City.
Within a secret chamber on Canghai Mountain.
Canghai sat cross-legged inside, regulating his breathing.
This legendary Loose Cultivator and renowned great cultivator... his current state seemed...
unwell?
His face could no longer maintain its middle-aged appearance.
It was as if he had aged twenty years overnight, his head now full of white hair!
Even his figure had grown stooped and gaunt.
Only his large frame remained, draped in a black robe that held his shape.
COUGH, COUGH...
His chest heaved as he coughed violently and frequently, spitting up blood from time to time.
His entire aura was like a candle flickering in the wind, giving off a strong sense of unreality!
Oil exhausted, lamp extinguished!
Those four words were the perfect way to describe the Canghai of today.
"Master..."
Sikong Xin entered the secret chamber and saw Canghai's decrepit state.
