Central Great Realm.
Qingyan King's Faction, the place where successive clan leaders have offered their worship.
An old man full of wrinkles sat solemnly in front of his ancestors' spirit tablets.
His vitality was extremely weak, carrying an aura of decay and aging, as his turbid eyes gazed upon one powerful prodigy after another.
"Good, truly good."
"This time, even if I were to meet the ancestors, I would have something to report, having accomplished the great deeds they never completed."
"Old Clan Leader, what nonsense are you talking about? Qingfeng has already gone to the Ancestor Hall to request the Precious Medicine for extending life. You surely can live another nine hundred years."
A burly man strode forward energetically toward the elder, his face full of urgency.
The old man waved his hands dismissively.
"This body has already reached its limit, do not waste the Precious Medicine. Save it for those who need it more."
