Shen Changchuan encountered his uncle, Han Dayong, in the hall behind the residence, practicing a health-preserving martial art.
It had to be said,
nearly fifty years had now passed.
His uncle Han Dayong was already eighty years old, and much of his hair had turned gray.
His once-broad frame had grown lean and wiry as well.
Although after Shen Changchuan rose to prominence,
Han Dayong had also obtained Spirit Items, successfully gathered qi, stepped onto the Immortal Path, and, as Shen Changchuan steadily grew stronger and Great Bay Village gradually prospered, received no small amount of cultivation resources.
Still, how should one put it?
Even cultivation in the Qi Gathering realm required at least some talent and comprehension.
Especially when breaking through realms.
Clearly,
Han Dayong was not particularly gifted.
Even with Great Bay Village supplying him with abundant cultivation resources, he had only barely reached the Ninth Layer Qi Gathering Peak.
But breaking through to the Out of Body Stage realm
was likely impossible for him.
And the Qi Gathering realm still belonged to the domain of mortals. Those with greater longevity could live to one hundred and twenty.
For ordinary people, though, eighty or ninety was usually the end of the road.
"Uncle."
Shen Changchuan stepped forward and greeted him.
He remained deeply grateful toward this uncle who, back then, had disregarded the danger and followed Maternal Grandfather and him to Great Bay Village to make a life for themselves, laboring without complaint for decades afterward.
Hearing that familiar voice,
Han Dayong was first taken aback. Then he turned toward the sound,
and saw Shen Changchuan standing not far away, giving him a slight nod.
"Changchuan, you're here!"
Excitement appeared on Han Dayong's already aged face.
The steady, composed man from before was now so excited that he