Guan Shan looked into the dark cave, a sense of unease in his heart. He hesitated for a moment.
His master, Chu Chenzhou, had told him before going into seclusion that if his injuries stabilised, he would emerge from his seclusion by himself.
If he did not emerge, he should not disturb his master, and let him depart this world quietly, alone.
But Guan Shan could not accept this, and wanted to confirm it with his own eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Guan Shan marched into the cave.
The cave was small. At the centre sat a figure in a meditation pose.
It was an old man, his hair sparse and almost all gone. His few remaining strands were dry and snow-white, like withered wild grass.
His skin was shrivelled and dull. He sat there, unmoving, without a trace of life to be detected.
Around the old man were piles of Dried Martial Food.
However, some of the food had already rotted and moulded, giving off foul odours.
"Master..."
