In the prime of his life, by the lifespan of an Earth Immortal, he was no different from an infant.
Had anyone ever seen an infant worry about their own lifespan?
"Hehe, you'll understand someday. When you look back on today, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Believe me—you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
"Stepping into the immortal realm does grant a long lifespan, but long can also be short. Someday, you'll understand. A lifespan of hundreds of millions of years is no more than the flick of a finger."
The old man's cold laughter rose behind Ye Lin, filled with mockery. It was as though he pitied Ye Lin, yet also laughed at his overestimation of himself.
"How I fare is none of your concern. You'd better worry more about yourself."
Ye Lin shot back without hesitation. This old bastard had truly fallen into madness.
He did not know what method this old bastard had used to live for such an immense span of time, but from the look of things, the old bastard would not live much longer. Sooner or later, he would die.
The day of his death was already close.
When Ye Lin arrived before the imperial palace gates and slowly pushed them open, a sea of people stood before him, all staring at Ye Lin with hostile eyes.
"You..."
A trace of killing intent flashed through Ye Lin's eyes as he turned to look at the old man behind him. At some point, the old man had already come before him, his pair of white eyes fixed upon Ye Lin.
There were no black pupils in those white eyes—only pure, unbroken white. They looked exceedingly unsettling.
But Ye Lin had cultivated to this point; what had he not seen