He Dong was now one hundred and twenty years old, having witnessed the vicissitudes of life.
As a youth, his ancestor He Laozu was still alive, and Qingfeng Mountain's formidable reputation was such that even the Royal Family of Jing Kingdom had to respectfully address He Zheng as an immortal master.
In his middle age, the family's fortune declined, their ancestral land was destroyed, and he wandered in foreign lands, experiencing hardship. Now, the He family was gradually prospering, rising against the current in these troubled times.
"Reflecting on these past hundred years, I've come to understand the mighty force of time, capable of erasing all disparities. I've seen many talented individuals in my youth whom I couldn't compare with; now, there are hardly any of them left alive."
He Dong said, "Just like this cave residence, we can't provoke Tang Lao, but we can afford to wait slowly!"
He Zheng reminded him, "Uncle Dong, you don't have much time left."
