The white-haired old madman cried and made a ruckus. His clothes were ragged and archaic, not appearing at all like clothing from this era.
Not far, Ye Fan felt this was completely inconceivable. Was this really someone from six thousand years ago? That was an absolutely shocking thing, and wild waves formed in his heart.
Ye Fan had once lived within the Spirit Ruins Paradise for a short time and so he had some understanding of the sect. The oldest member of the sect was a Grand Elder who was only several hundred years old, which could already be considered an extremely long time.
If this old madman in front of him really was really someone from six thousand years ago, that would simply be too shocking! Just what sort of concept was such a long life? Having survived through years of history, living through dark times and bright times, he was practically a living history book. Such a concept was truly hard to imagine.
