Chen Ye composed his thoughts, took a deep breath, and quietly awaited Chen Xing's arrival.
After about half an hour, a tall, dignified old man with a lavish robe and hair and beard like a halberd stepped into the room.
Speaking of which, Chen Xing, who firmly occupied the top seat in the martial arts circle of Yihai Prefecture, was not actually that old, barely over fifty.
The Four Cultivation Grandmasters had untainted vital energy, tightly sealed bones, and even at seventy or eighty, could maintain jet-black hair and a spirited demeanor.
But Chen Xing was not like them. Though he had a crane-like bone structure and a stately presence, there was always a faint air of decay haunting his brows, giving him the aura of someone in the twilight of their years.
This Hall Master Chen and his wife were often teased by friends as an old man with a young wife, a pear blossom pressing down a crabapple tree.
"Ye'er, did you find the object?"
