Bai Yiyi stood outside, watching the situation beyond. Suddenly, she noticed that the surrounding buildings seemed to be peeling away bit by bit. A faint glow emerged, then gradually faded.
The old man and Uchiha Shin walked out and saw the same sight. Uchiha Shin did not understand what was happening, but the old man was astonished.
"The courtyard that imprisoned me has finally been released!" the old man cried joyfully.
Uchiha Shin sensed the surroundings. The courtyard still carried its scent, because the old man had created that scent, but the dilapidated feeling around the courtyard had faded considerably.
Though the courtyard was still shabby, it was no longer ruined to the point of being revolting.
"Thank you, Mystic Spirit King. I have finally untied the knot in my heart, and my illusion arts have found an inheritor." The old man smiled with his hands clasped behind his back.
Yet in the end, the old man did not choose to leave.
"Why not?"
"I have grown used to this place. Besides, if I leave this courtyard now, my soul may very well scatter into ashes and vanish from this world forever," the old man said calmly.
Uchiha Shin found this surprising. "That can't be, can it?"
There were no longer any formations around the courtyard, so such a thing should not have happened. The old man would not face much danger simply by leaving.
The old man walked forward, gazed outside, and said, "I never knew before, but today I discovered that I died a hundred years ago—when the old manor lord died."
His words shocked Uchiha Shin and Bai Yiyi even more. This old man had already died?
He certainly did not look like it.
"Perhaps I was too immersed in illusion arts and could no longer distinguish