Eldest Brother Changsheng,
Eldest Brother Changshou,
Brother Lin!
With those words put together, how could Lin Xuankong not understand?
That white-haired little old man in the distance had definitely already died, then been resurrected by that fat-faced, small-eyed fellow Li Changming!
Having figured this out, Lin Xuankong could not help shaking his head with a smile. He secretly thought, I originally thought my luck was not very good, resurrecting into such an extremely frail body! Yet Changming's luck is even worse—he actually resurrected into the body of a dried-up old man in his sixties or seventies. At that age, it will be terribly difficult for him to achieve anything in cultivation anytime soon. Looking at it this way, Li Changming's luck is still inferior to mine!
Just as he was thinking this, the strikingly beautiful woman in black within the distant pavilion had already slowly helped the dried-up old man whom Li Changming had resurrected into to his feet, then guided him to a seat at one side of the pavilion. With considerable concern, she asked, "Mr. Sima, how are you feeling? Why did you faint here just now? I have already arranged for people to notify the hospitals in Qingyuan City, and I have also informed Jizhou Prefecture. Jizhou Prefecture will send its most skilled doctors here overnight!"
Li Changming, who had only just been resurrected, was clearly still rapidly absorbing fragments of his predecessor's memories. He paid no attention whatsoever to the concern of those around him or to the woman's question.
After pondering briefly, Lin Xuankong walked toward the pavilion.
Miao Youren and the others nearby quickly followed. Lin Xuankong gave them a slight shake of his head. "Move those river fish onto the carriage and wait for me over there for a while. I'll go take