Upon seeing Xu Xuan approach, the octogenarian slowly closed his eyes, passing away with a smile.
Lu Jing, watching the young man at the doorway, felt deeply moved within.
The True Lord was still young, yet he himself had grown old.
Anyone witnessing this scene would doubt whether time had flowed backwards, as if nothing had changed, and the years had left no marks upon the True Lord.
Xu Xuan came to Kou Zhen's side. From a young man to a white-haired elder, time had changed too swiftly, watching them grow, age, and pass away.
Generation after generation, it wasn't just them; Xu Xuan's memory also seemed to be growing blurry.
"Where does Kou Zhen wish to be buried?"
"Unclear, he never cared about such matters."
"Then let's proceed according to the family's wishes."
Xu Xuan walked out of the door, devoid of any interest in pleasantries at that moment.
With old friends departing one by one, he had become a loner.
Perhaps this was the price of immortality.
