Chen Dong trusted his younger brother completely.
After all, back then he had joined the army as a farmer's son and, in just a year, had transformed from a raw recruit into the Marquis Jingyuan whom tens of thousands revered.
With talent like that, he was bound to achieve something remarkable, even among the Immortal Sects.
"Come, let's go inside and talk!"
Chen Dong hurriedly ushered Chen Yan toward the main hall.
"Our parents are getting on in years now. Their legs aren't as quick as they used to be."
Chen Yan nodded.
Time was merciless.
More than a decade had passed.
The manor was still as it had been back then, but the people had all grown old.
It wasn't only mortals. Most cultivators would eventually reach the end of their lifespans, and even Ascension Realm cultivators could not escape the erosion of Dao Rhyme.
As for the True Lords of the Void Return Realm and the Sages of the True Purity Realm, their ability to withstand the erosion of Dao Rhyme was generally far beyond that of ordinary Ascension Realm cultivators.
Take Imperial Void Saint Bai Chen, for example. Even millions of years of Dao Rhyme erosion and karmic backlash had yet to reach his limit.
When Chen Dasheng and Wang Juan arrived in the main hall of Marquis Jingyuan's Manor, they seemed to have only just gotten there themselves.
The two of them looked much older now, but they were both still in good spirits.
After all, they no longer had to toil away in the fields in the countryside as they had in the past.
Though Chen Dasheng and Wang Juan still couldn't sit still, they had set aside a plot for a vegetable garden in Marquis Jingyuan's Manor, and Wang Juan often bought cloth and