After Li Ping arrived at High Ridge Mountain, the Bai Family gave him a warm welcome. Bai Mingde led him inside the formation, and beside the Spirit Spring where the Bo Family Ancestor lived, he finally saw Yan Hengchuan, whose expression was somewhat wooden.
Clearly, this was because Yan Hengchuan's origins were unknown and the aura around him was peculiar.
Before Li Ping arrived, the Bai Family had not dared let him roam freely around High Ridge Mountain. Instead, the Bo Family Ancestor had personally kept watch over him.
After exchanging polite greetings with Li Ping, the Bo Family Ancestor allowed him to take Yan Hengchuan away, while he lay back in his rocking chair and comfortably enjoyed the cool breeze.
On the surface, the Bo Family Ancestor looked no different from when Li Ping had first met him. On closer inspection, however, there were more age spots on his face, and his skin had wrinkled into folds like the bark of an old tree.
Clearly, he was nearing the end of his allotted lifespan.
Led by a member of the Bai Family, Li Ping and Yan Hengchuan arrived at a side hall.
"Grandmaster," Yan Hengchuan called respectfully, his voice slightly hoarse.
He was delighted to see Li Ping again, but his body had already become somewhat puppet-like. Though he was smiling, his expression looked exceedingly strange.
"I'm glad you're all right-wait, something's wrong-" Li Ping nodded with a smile, but soon noticed the unnatural expression on Yan Hengchuan's face. He immediately stepped forward and gripped Yan Hengchuan's wrist, sending a thread of magical power into his body to examine him carefully. Only after a long while did he thoughtfully release Yan Hengchuan's wrist and look at him. "Hengchuan, tell me everything you've experienced during this time, in detail."
"Yes,