The old man's cloudy eyes sensed that gentle Yang Energy, saw the radiance on Wen Yan, and also noticed the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman on the back of Wen Yan's hand. He looked at Wen Yan, surprised, a wide grin spreading across his face as he nodded repeatedly.
"Wait here."
The old man, leaning on his cane and refusing any help, shuffled back into the house by himself, returning with something wrapped in a red cloth.
He shoved the red bundle into Wen Yan's hands, forbidding Wen Yan from looking at it right now, and not letting Wen Yan refuse it either.
When their conversation was mostly over and Wen Yan and Zhang Laoxi were about to leave, they stood by the car and glanced back toward the village.
"Did you sense it?"
"That old man's time is almost up."
"No, it's already up. He's being held together by an obsession, hanging on by a thread, that's the only reason he hasn't closed his eyes yet.
