When Yi Lin saw Brother Jian again, he felt a sense of "a hundred years have passed, and everything has changed".
Jian Nanchun's white robe was dirty, like the uniform of the Beggar Sect Master in old movies, full of holes and grime from top to bottom.
Brother Jian had disheveled hair, hollow eyes, and parched lips, like a wanderer who had suffered countless beatings in the mortal world.
Seeing him like this, even Yi Lin couldn't help but feel heartache.
"Since you're out, live a good life again,"
Yi Lin sighed lightly and offered a gift box.
It contained the meticulously crafted Six Sets of Swordmen by him.
However, Jian Nanchun did not accept it; he only walked straight to Bi Tiexin, his hollow eyes showing a slight wave, and his withered face showing a bit more vitality: "Master, where is Junior Sister Chao?"
"Hmph, you should take care of yourself first!"
