Shen Changchuan encountered his uncle, Han Dayong, practicing a health-preserving boxing routine in the main hall behind the residence.
It had to be said that nearly fifty years had passed.
His uncle Han Dayong was now eighty years old, and much of his hair had turned gray.
His body had grown lean and wiry as well.
Although, after Shen Changchuan rose to prominence, Han Dayong had also received spiritual treasures, successfully entered the Qi Induction Realm, and embarked upon the path of immortality cultivation. Moreover, as Shen Changchuan steadily grew stronger and Dawan Village steadily prospered throughout the years that followed, he had received no small amount of cultivation resources.
But how should one put it?
Even cultivation in the Qi Induction Realm required at least some aptitude and comprehension.
Especially when breaking through realms.
Clearly, Han Dayong did not have much talent.
Even with Dawan Village supplying him with vast quantities of cultivation resources, he had only barely reached the Ninth Level Peak of qi induction.
But breaking through into the Out of Body Realm
was probably impossible for him.
The Qi Induction Realm still belonged to the domain of mortals. Those blessed with longevity could live to one hundred and twenty.
But for more ordinary people, eighty or ninety was generally the end of the road.
"Uncle."
Shen Changchuan stepped forward and greeted him.
He remained deeply grateful to this uncle who, back then, had disregarded the danger and followed Shen Changchuan and his grandfather to Dawan Village to build a life there—and who had labored diligently without complaint for decades.
Hearing that familiar voice, Han Dayong froze for a moment, then turned toward the sound.
He saw Shen Changchuan standing not far away, giving him a slight nod.
"Changchuan, you're here!"
Excitement surfaced on Han Dayong's face,