"Achoo ..."
A heavy sneeze was heard in a Manor cave outside bulao city.
"Forefather, you've been exhausted recently. You should be careful of your body and not be infected by the cold wind." A fawning voice immediately rang out again.
The cave was spacious and bright, but there was no fire. The lighting was all from a Kind of Blue stone on the wall, so that everything in the cave was covered in a layer of blue light.
In the seat of honor sat a thin and weak old man in a loose and old robe. A sparse and messy hair hung on his bright head. His eyebrows were long and dense, and his eyes were deep and boundless. As he slowly opened his mouth, one could see that there were only a few teeth left in his mouth.
Such an old appearance made one wonder how old he was.
This man was none other than patriarch tenghe, whose true body had existed for countless years.
