Minyue Prefecture, a wild mountain Daoist Temple.
Yibai gave up on mentioning the matter about the Eccentric Taoist erecting his statue and sat with him outside the hall at a table, discussing the achievements of recent years—a sort of catching up.
"In recent years, the real person seems to have aged quite a bit. Why is that?"
Yibai could see that the Eccentric Taoist's cultivation had advanced, but his physical body had aged significantly, which he could not understand.
Yet the Taoist's cultivation was indeed growing day by day, impressively strong.
"Over a hundred years ago, a Great Demon emerged from a hidden place in South State, intending to wreak havoc upon the Mortal Realm. Once I learned of it, I went to stop it. We battled, and by a stroke of luck, I slew it, but I sustained some injuries to my body, and thus I aged," said the Eccentric Taoist with a smile.
It seemed like he was referring to a very ordinary matter.
His words were filled with serenity.
