Velo was 175 years old this year.
According to the concept of the Spirit Tribe, at this age, he was already halfway into the grave and not far from death.
Fortunately, Velo's strength at the third level of the Body Physique Realm extended his lifespan and allowed him to maintain his peak combat strength.
Even so, Velo felt that each day was worse than the previous one.
The gray light of dawn spilled in.
Velo opened his eyes.
However, he was not as refreshed as in the morning. Instead, he felt dizzy.
He tapped his head and got up, looking around but could not find his granddaughter, Fala.
Only when he twitched his nose and caught a faint fragrance did Vilo smile slightly and walk out of the cave where he temporarily lived.
Outside the cave, he saw Fala roasting meat over a fire.
At this moment, the meat had turned golden brown. After sprinkling some special spices on it, the simple roasted meat turned into a delicacy.
