Please Recommend. Early the next morning, Chenlin Village.
July's blazing heat had yet to rise in full. The morning air held a cool dampness, and thin wisps of mist lingered among the trees and village houses, edged in hazy gold by the first light of dawn.
Gilded morning light pierced the foliage, casting dappled shadows over the stone steps leading to the Ancestral Hall on Blueheart Mountain and illuminating Si Baining's frost-cold profile.
Behind the Ancestral Hall's Side Hall, the grand chamber that had once witnessed Shen Tianjun's Azure Sea Rising Tide and Leng Qingqiu's White-Robed Mountains and Rivers was once again crowded with people.
A solemn, weighty atmosphere filled the spacious chamber, mingling with the morning mist outside the windows.
Si Baining entered the chamber, her white robes brighter than snow, her bearing like an icebound pool. At a glance, she spotted Chen Xun standing at its center with his hands behind his back.
Yet they were not the only two in the chamber.
Not far from Chen Xun stood an old man as straight as a spear, his hair and beard white, his features deeply carved as though hewn by an axe and chisel.
He was Yang Ruxue, an Elder of the Soul Breaking Spear Yang Family, another man with Title Douluo combat strength who had been stuck at the peak of level 89.
Nearly a hundred and twenty years old, he belonged to Chen Zixiu's generation. Time had left heavy marks upon him, and his declining vitality had once caused him to fall back to level 88. Now, however, his hawklike eyes held a keen inner radiance, their sharpness unmatched.
He had come to Chenlin Village several months earlier to recuperate. With the medicinal resources and meticulous care supplied by the Chen Clan, he had not only