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This was an old man in the twilight of his years, his face full of age spots and crisscrossing wrinkles. On his face, one could not feel any sense of authority, and even staring into his eyes, there was no longer any pressure felt. But Luo Ziling knew that this old man could make many people's hearts skip a beat with a mere cough or cause the land of Huaxia to tremble with a weak stomp of his foot.
With just a word from the old man, the fate or even life and death of a person could be determined—and not just any person at that.
"Great Grandfather, I have come to see you today, to wish you longevity beyond Namshan Mountain and fortune as vast as the East Sea," Luo Ziling said upon his first sight of Ling Mingrui. He had felt an immense pressure just approaching the doorway, a feeling of oppression he knew came from Ling Jinhua. But when he faced Ling Jinhua directly, that sense of oppression vanished.
