Luo Yan paid no heed to the last man's words and instead turned to look at the down-and-out old man.
Compared with the deranged Old Madman, the old man before him looked far more weathered and exhausted.
He trembled, unable to utter a single word. Disbelieving and afraid to believe, he studied the child with the utmost care.
"You... you're..."
"It's me, Wei Yi. It's been six thousand years!"
"Why did you only come now? Why did you only come now? Brother Luo Yan... I've waited six thousand whole years for you! It was such a bitter wait! I knew you would come back..." Wei Yi's voice was very hoarse.
He had been one of the Three Heroes of Tianxuan, a figure who stood alongside the Tianxuan Saint Son and the youthful Old Madman. He had been the youngest of the three outstanding talents.
But now, the Tianxuan Saint Son had remained sealed until this lifetime, while the youthful Old Madman had become a deranged old man, yet was still in better condition than him.
He alone, once the youngest of the three heroes, had been reduced to an old man with one foot in the grave.
"It's all right. No one will bully you anymore!"
Even without Luo Yan, these people could not have hurt him-provided he stopped keeping such a low profile.
"I have some Immortal Medicine here. Take it first!" Luo Yan could tell that his condition was terrible. He was nearing the end of his life and would certainly die within three hundred years.
Wei Yi hesitated. As a Saint, he naturally knew how precious this was.
"I have more. Go ahead and take it!"
Only then did Wei Yi stop hesitating and accept the Divine Liquid essence of the White Tiger Immortal Medicine from Luo