Stationed Immortal City.
Standing tall with hands behind his back on the illustrious Wangxiantai of the Chen Family, Chen Dengming's gaze was profound and unpredictable, igniting fervor and apprehension among the dozens of kneeling Innate martial artists below.
Not until Chen Dengming waved his hand, upon hearing the rustling of his sleeves, did this group rise, bow, and leave with an air of regret yet relief.
"Master!"
Chen Zhong, now in the twilight of his life, his body bent from age, looked upward, his blurry eyes straining to get a clear view of Chen Dengming. He yearned to behold one last time the Master's perpetually youthful appearance before his departure, yet found it increasingly challenging.
He was too old, so old that he felt his days were numbered.
