It really is, Chen Changsheng.
Although Li Yuanshan is not from that era, having worked for years as a Steward for the Dao Sect seeking information about the Changsheng Sect, he has long been familiar with what Chen Changsheng looks like.
Even though fifty years have passed and the once young and vigorous youth has turned into a senile old man, he still can recognize him at a glance.
Clear as day, this Steward of the Dao Sect's face fluctuated between shades of green and white, his eyes squinted into slits.
Nervousness, panic, and terror intertwined in a mix of emotions.
Indeed, this man had his foundation shattered back then, but...
He dominated an era, once truly unrivaled in the mortal world.
The deeper the understanding of this person, the more fear it breeds in the heart, even though Li Yuanshan pledged confidently before, now he couldn't suppress his terror.
Tap, tap, tap.
Suddenly, the entire mountain road was filled with the sound of Chen Changsheng's slow footsteps.
