A month flew by in the blink of an eye.
Although Xiao Lin had received a challenge to a duel to the death written in blood, he felt no tension at all. He still ate, drank, and slept as usual every day.
Oh, and he even had time to train his little grandson.
Anyone watching would have thought the whole thing had never happened!
In truth, Xiao Lin really had not taken it to heart.
If Yan Penghong had not kept hounding him, Xiao Lin would not even have bothered with him!
When the appointed day arrived, Xiao Lin made no preparations and headed straight for the agreed location.
He did not care whether Yan Penghong had arranged an ambush.
It would only mean one more corpse.
On a nameless hill along the border between the Jia Ma Empire and the Falling Goose Empire, a figure had been waiting since early on.
That figure was none other than Yan Penghong!
Only now, Yan Penghong looked utterly weathered, without a trace of the high spirits he had shown on his first trip into the secret realm.
His face was covered in stubble, his gray robe was shabby, and his eyes were vacant. Half of his once-black hair had turned white, and dust and fragments of fallen leaves clung to it.
Compared with his former self, he looked at least twenty or thirty years older!
Yan Penghong had ended up like this not only because he had spent a month on this hill, but also because he had left the Falling Goose Empire to wander far and wide after the Four Great Empires' sect tournament.
Indeed, ever since sending Xiao Lin that blood-written letter, Yan Penghong had stayed here.
For a whole month, he had neither eaten, drunk, nor slept!
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