Qingyun Temple.
Eternal Mystery Hall.
Han Zhao sat cross-legged, circulating his cultivation technique to refine and assimilate the medicinal pill, when suddenly an aged voice reached his ears.
"Disciple, come over, your master has matters to entrust to you."
Han Zhao didn't dare to delay and immediately transformed into a streak of light, flying to the Eternal Prosperity Hall.
He saw his master sitting upright on the dais, his hair and beard touching the ground, his breath faint. Countless enchantments and spiritual lights, like chains, sealed his soul and body within three feet to slow the waning of his lifespan.
A yellow ox was sitting cross-legged to the right of the dais, its eyes dim with sorrow.
Han Zhao bowed respectfully, "Greetings to Master, and greetings to Uncle Ox."
"Good disciple, your master's lifespan is about to end. I've called you here to take care of the aftermath!"
