A Personal Perspective of the Thousand-Person Ruler

If kindness of that magnitude wasn't grandly thanked and met with a matching reward, then who would ever be willing to help the Xianzhou with such enthusiasm in the future?

Boom--

Amid the entanglement of the sweet and soft little fox maiden, yet another starskiff landed hurriedly at the port, and the whipping gale blew against their strands of hair, forcing the two of them to shift their gaze over.

They saw an extremely majestic old man, striding with the vigor of a dragon and the pace of a tiger as he rushed out of the starskiff.

"Grandpa, please slow down, the person isn't going to run away!"

"Nonsense! It was you lot delaying my time over there, it's already slower by a few days. By the time we get there, old Heng is definitely going to laugh at me, saying I'm too old to move nimbly or something!"

It was probably a grandson or granddaughter, some young person, who was hugging the old man's waist in an attempt to stop him, yet failing entirely to delay the old man's sprinting pace.

Where was there any sign of a lack of agility?

The Xianzhou natives were just like this, their vitality was endless and inexhaustible, so the older they got, the more robust they became. The old man's physical frame was often even fiercer and more vigorous than a young person's--but once the robustness reached its peak, what followed next was the Demonic Yin Body, the final destination of life.

Tingyun held Violet's iron arm, witnessing this bizarre combination passing by in a flurry of activity, and could not help frowning:

*If I'm not mistaken, that person should be Elder Lin of the Zhuming Xianzhou. Didn't he gloriously retire from the Alchemy Division? I heard even Marshal Hua took time