This snowstorm was absurd. It raged on for three days and three nights.
A thick layer of snow had piled up on the broken wooden roof of the cabin in Dawn Mist Forest, and the planks let out dangerous creaks.
The room leaked drafts. Su Li leaned against a rough plank bed, wrapped in two layers of animal hide.
The firewood in the hearth crackled and popped.
One hundred and seven years old.
Su Li raised his left hand. It was fair, the flesh firm, the skin smooth—none of the shriveled, wrinkled age spots common to ordinary old men.
The Sword Brows Starry Eyes trait had locked his face and physical condition into that of a man in his twenties.
If he ran off to the red-light district of Grey Gull Port now, this body of his could absolutely make those madams pay him in Gold Coins.
What a pity.
This body's foundation had been completely hollowed out.
His lifespan had reached its limit.
Even with a freakish cheat like a sword spirit root, ceaselessly drawing in power day and night and forcibly scouring his body with the purest aether—
A hundred years was truly the end of the road.
His internal organs had gone on strike long ago. The only reason he was still alive was the tyrannical aether within him, forcibly sustaining his life.
Su Li pulled over a tattered parchment scroll. It was an insider's map he had bought from a one-eyed merchant for fifty Gold Coins.
That old swindler, blind in one eye, had patted his sunken chest and sworn by it.
He claimed there was a hidden elven tribe in Dawn Mist Forest, where every elf had snow-white skin, a beautiful face, and legs absurdly long.
Most importantly, they possessed ancient alchemy.
Just boiling up