Just as the old man was lost in sorrow, the two sect elders inside the cave abode happened to emerge.
The old man had made no effort to conceal himself.
The two sect elders, whose cultivation was only at the Deity Transformation stage, spotted the old man the moment they came out and immediately grew tense.
They could not see through the old man's cultivation at all. Standing there, he seemed to have merged with heaven and earth.
One piece of common sense in the cultivation world was that if you could not discern someone's cultivation, they could most likely crush you to death with a single finger.
"May I ask why you have come to our Hundred Springs Sect, Senior?"
One of the elders, a young-looking man, hurriedly cupped his hands in salute, his manner exceedingly respectful.
The female cultivator elder beside him did the same, afraid of offending the old monster before them.
After studying the two for a moment, the old man asked in a low voice, "What is your relationship with Zhang He and Huang Quan?"
Hearing the old man speak the names of their elders, the two froze briefly before answering in turn.
"Reporting to Senior, Zhang He was this junior's great-grandfather."
"Reporting to Senior, Huang Quan was this junior's great-grandfather."
"So that was it. No wonder you bear some resemblance. Those two used to quarrel whenever they met, each wishing they could chop the other to death. I never expected their descendants to become joined in marriage."
A trace of a smile and reminiscence appeared on the old man's face.
The scenes of him and his friends gathering in their youth, laughing and roughhousing together, remained etched in his heart as though they had happened yesterday, even after ten thousand years.
"Senior was an