He was old.
As for the path to immortality, he no longer had any thoughts of pursuing it.
How passionate and high-spirited he had been in his youth, filled with soaring ambition for the future.
Even if he lost for a time, he would only secretly swear to work harder and reclaim his dignity someday, never admitting that he was inferior to another.
But when an old man's hot blood faded and reality ground down his sharp edges, scene after scene from the past—sweetness and bitterness, gratitude and grudges, love and hatred, or regrets of bygone days—no matter how unwilling he had once been, could ultimately only turn into a sigh, becoming a cup of bitter wine stored deep within his heart, to be slowly savored through the rest of his life.
The experiences of more than half a lifetime instead allowed the old man to face reality with greater calm.
Faced with the monstrously peerless talent of the young man before him, even the Old Ancestor Murong had to admit that he had been far inferior to this man in his youth.
In merely half a month of exchanges,
the progress this young man had made during this period of time was practically visible to the naked eye!
Back when he had advanced to Cave True, even with the guidance of his family elders, it had taken him over twenty years before he finally stabilized his Cave True Realm.
The gap between them was simply too vast!
The Old Ancestor Murong sighed inwardly.
If he had possessed even one-tenth of such talent back then, he probably would not have been confined to guarding this lonely city, unable to carve out a name for himself across the Nine Continents Continent.
Though the young man before him was not yet renowned,