This is...
Jiang Chen, sensing something, followed the sound and indeed saw the figure of Jiang Xuan appearing out of thin air, walking towards him step by step.
However, Jiang Xuan at this moment looked noticeably different from before. The white hair at his temples was gone, replaced by black hair, and the wrinkles on his face had disappeared.
He was no longer the image of an old man but instead extraordinarily young, appearing to be in his early twenties, brimming with vitality, looking even younger than Jiang Chen.
If he hadn't sensed that familiar aura, Jiang Chen might have mistaken him for someone else at first glance.
As Jiang Xuan approached, fully entering Jiang Chen's line of sight, his pupils couldn't help but shrink again.
On Jiang Xuan's robe, which had remained the same for many years, were patches of blood stains. Even though they had been there for quite a while, they still glowed, with mysterious runes intertwined, causing terrifying fluctuations.
