As the years passed by, a few hurried centuries have flown. Some people are just starting their journey, stepping out to meet the morning sun, while others have seen their vitality dry up and stepped into their twilight years.
Such a gap makes people's hearts ache.
The elderly Peak Master led Zhuge Wushuang into the Wuji Sect.
There are dozens of old people here too, their life's essence dimmed; some of them were once fellow disciples, while others came later.
The Peak Master excitedly introduced: "My disciple has returned, Old Qi, do you see? He's already in the Quasi-Emperor Realm."
"Wushuang?" an elderly person raised their head.
"Yes, Wushuang, a Different Body..." The Peak Master couldn't hide his joy, but his old face made it hard to express: "Remember? He's already in the Quasi-Emperor Realm, he's still alive, his vitality is strong, he can live for another ten thousand years."
