"Little friend Qing Ye, it's been many days. I hope you've been well."
Uncle Wang's hair and beard had turned completely white. He was already nearing the end of his lifespan.
The next world was the Immortal Realm. Only by reaching the threshold for ascending there could one escape the limits of lifespan.
But even that was futile. Until you became a Supreme, you were nothing but a leek waiting to be harvested.
Uncle Wang was getting on in years, but his energy and spirits were still fairly good. The moment he saw Qing Ye, he greeted her with a cheerful smile.
"Would you mind if I sat and chatted with you for a while?"
"Not at all." The two sat down in the courtyard. Qing Ye brewed a pot of tea. "Here, Senior. Have some tea."
"It really is fine tea." Uncle Wang closed his eyes and savored it for a moment.
He got straight to the point. What he really needed was someone to chat with.
"That Wuya Sect we talked about last time has seen more developments over the past few days."
"To pick up where we left off, it was said that more than half a year ago, when the Wushuang Sword officially appeared, the thirty-six Supremes formed an unprecedented alliance of offense and defense. Together, they launched the most appalling 'forced palace coup' in all of history against the Wuya Sect. Faced with this assault, the Wuya Sect, an unshakable colossus in the Cultivation World, had been driven to seal off its gates just to protect itself."
"Some say the thirty-six Supremes aren't the real masterminds behind it all. They're just pawns sent out in front."
"The Wuya Sect's reputation is that terrifying. An ancient sect that's held the Cultivation World in awe for billions