In a valley where spring reigned all year round, a ten-year-old boy stood by a stream, watching the water babble past. His expression was as still as an ancient well, utterly devoid of a young person's vigor.
Gu Hui. That was right—this boy was Gu Hui.
In the world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, he had lived a long life, surviving for over a hundred and twenty years.
Although he had seen Dongfang off, he was fortunate that he had not had to watch his children die before him. At least when he passed away, his children were still alive.
In his previous life, until the day he died, he had never broken through the barrier to the innate realm. He had been stuck before it for seventy or eighty years.
Now that he had been reborn, he had still been an infant when a middle-aged man saved him.
He later learned that the man was called Wuyazi.
At first, Wuyazi had only saved him because he could not bear to watch a tiny infant die before his eyes.
Yet after bringing him back, he discovered that as the baby grew, he could cultivate a mysterious scripture passed down by his master.
This shocked him greatly. Rather than taking Gu Hui as his disciple, he accepted him as a disciple on his master's behalf.
Su Xinghe, the eldest disciple, had never imagined that he had not brought home a child, but a little ancestor.
Gu Hui did not care what others thought. Over the past ten years, he had read through the various texts in the Scripture Depository, covering medicine, physiognomy, divination, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, civil engineering and waterworks, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and more.
With the knowledge and experience of over a hundred years from his