Lu Yin looked at the seven figures. They were looking back at him, their gazes meeting.
"You must be Mr. Lu. As the rumors say, you're invincible beneath the Eternal Life Realm. I'm impressed, truly impressed." One of the seven—a burly man—praised him. He looked strong, but his hair was completely white and his gaze was weathered.
An old man beside him said, "So that's Life Qi. I spent my whole life trying to comprehend it and never could. I'm so envious. How are young people these days so powerful?"
"There were powerful people in our generation too. Sadly, times have changed. Some people shone brilliantly their whole lives, yet didn't live to see the present."
"Generation after generation brings forth new talent. That's a good thing for humanity."
Lu Yin looked at them. "Seniors, are you from the First Night Pillar?"
"Heh, that's right."
Lu Yin studied them closely. They had likely survived for an extremely long time. It was rare for anyone to give him such a sense of being in their twilight years.
Even Ye Ge, who was nearing the end of his lifespan, hadn't given him this impression—or at least, it hadn't been so pronounced.
These seven looked as if they were standing in their own coffins: decrepit, dying, and forlorn.
On the ground, an old man cried out, "I remember! He's Qin Wudi—that Qin Wudi!"
"Which Qin Wudi?" someone asked, confused.
The old man was overcome with emotion. He bowed deeply. "This junior pays his respects to the ancestor! Ancestor, you're still alive!"
In the sky, the burly old man looked down. He saw the old man kneeling, then one cultivator after another kneeling alongside him. He sighed. "There are still descendants? Wonderful. At least someone will see me off. Old Ghost Xian, I won