"Was it really that person?" Huang Shang asked uncertainly.
The Sweeping Monk frowned slightly. "His aura is somewhat like that person's, but his age doesn't seem quite right."
Wang Chongyang nodded as well. "He looks far too young."
By then, the others had gradually made out the newcomer's appearance. An old man in azure robes stood proudly in the middle of the field. Yet calling him an old man was somewhat of a stretch, for his skin had far fewer wrinkles than an ordinary elder's and made him look more like a middle-aged man.
Moreover, his features were rather bewitching, making it difficult to tell whether he was male or female.
"You are... Sunflower Ancestor?" Song Qingshu asked uncertainly. When he had seen him in the Qing Imperial Palace a few years ago, he had clearly looked like he already had one foot in the grave. Yet now, he seemed decades younger. If not for that distinctive aura around him, Song Qingshu would never have recognized him as the same person.
"Boy Song, why are you here?" Sunflower Ancestor's eyes widened at the sight of Song Qingshu. Clearly, he had not expected to encounter him here.
Seeing that he did not deny his identity, Huang Shang and the others exchanged glances. The same question arose in all their minds: "Could there truly be a method of rejuvenation in this world?"
"Ancestor, you... know each other?" Jia Sidao had been brimming with confidence, but when he saw the two of them actually exchanging pleasantries, his heart immediately sank halfway. How was this fight supposed to go now?
"We dealt with each other a few times back in the Qing court." Sunflower Ancestor gave him a faintly amused look. "Don't worry. As long as you do what you promised me, I won't