The mysterious half-immortal reappeared, the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master's innermost thoughts

[Take it without worry. We will meet again if fate allows.]

Those words appeared without a sound, then vanished just as silently.

Even Xuanming had detected no trace of how it happened.

Though he did not know Ji Yuan's true identity, one thing was certain: his second guess had been right.

This old beggar—no, this senior who hid his depths—was a true recluse concealed amid the city, wandering at play through the mortal world.

Since he could not find him, Xuanming did not insist.

As the senior had said, they would meet again if fate allowed.

He turned and left Border City, but rather than return to the cave immediately, he went to the outskirts of the Northern Mountain Cemetery.

His gaze pierced the void. He glanced at the hunched old man with the grizzled beard shoveling snow from the tombs, then turned and departed.

The western frontier of the Great Xuan Divine Dynasty.

An ox cart rolled slowly along a rugged dirt road, jolting up and down. A gust swept past, raising clouds of dust that left everyone covered in grime.

"Pah! Pah! Pah, pah, pah!"

The Blind Old Beggar spat the Yellow Sand from his mouth. Lying on the straw, he sensed something, turned toward the northeast, and chuckled:

"He finally noticed.

Eat it! Eat it!

I hope you can move as fast as possible. Only then will this old beggar have a sliver of hope of surviving. Otherwise, we're all going to die.

A sixty-year golden age? Pah!"

The old beggar Ji Yuan muttered to himself.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt cracked through the clear sky, dry thunder booming overhead.

The old beggar raised his head toward the heavens. A trail of bloody tears ran from his blind eyes, and he carelessly wiped the blood from their corners.

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