Elder Shen Yuan wore a cold sneer at the corner of his mouth. The Guo Family's Ancestor insisted on meeting Lin Bai, the Demon Palace's Imperial Son, for no other reason than to beg Lin Bai for a way to stay alive.
Just as Elder Shen Yuan was trying to find a way to refuse him, the crowd behind them suddenly parted, and Old Wen accompanied Lin Bai to the front of the group.
Lin Bai still looked heavily wounded.
His white-as-snow robe was stained with blood. A one-inch-long wound marked his forehead, his face was pale, and his expression was grave.
"Weren't you asking to see the Demon Palace's Imperial Son?"
"The Imperial Son is here."
Seeing Lin Bai appear, Elder Shen Yuan immediately chuckled and said to the Guo Family's Ancestor.
Lin Bai came to Elder Shen Yuan's side and lowered his head to survey the people within the Guo Family's mountain gate ahead. His gaze ultimately landed on the Guo Family's Ancestor.
The Guo Family's Ancestor wore coarse hemp clothes. His body was hunched at a ninety-degree angle, and he leaned on a yellowwood cane.
Only a few sparse strands of grizzled hair remained atop his head. He was practically bald.
His face was covered in age spots, and a dense aura of death radiated from his body. Just as Elder Shen Yuan had said... the loess was already buried up to his neck.
Yet the Guo Family's Ancestor had an extraordinary background.
He could be considered one of the founding ancestors of the Guo Family.
A thousand years ago, when the Guo Family rose to prominence in the Yunhe Thousand Provinces, he had been one of the leaders of that generation.
But times had changed. More than ten thousand years had passed, and he had failed