On the granite stone steps.
The elderly man in a robe watched the young man at the bottom of the steps, and a hint of nostalgia rose in his cloudy eyes.
So much like...
Really, so much like.
But ultimately not...
Those who have lived too long carry a stench imperceptible to the nose but visible to the eyes; if someone has lived over two hundred years like him, they would certainly see it.
But evidently, the young man before him lacked such a smell.
That only leaves one possibility...
Thinking about the sole possibility, the elderly man's eyes involuntarily filled with melancholy.
Just as the old man observed Chu Guang, Chu Guang was also sizing him up.
Just looking at the wrinkles on his face, he couldn't tell how old this guy was.
Perhaps for this Chief, the concept of age had become a void.
Yet in his heart, he felt no envy.
Without death, there is no life.
Immortality is a curse for the living, just like stones.
