It was completely silent under the scarlet sunset. Vines curled around the bluestones, the forest birds returned to their nests, and dead leaves drifted through the air.
The old madman was lying on a large piece of bluestone facing the setting sun. His old eyes were filled with endless longing and sentiment. Two tears upon his old face were especially striking.
This was originally a world-shaking peerless expert. Six thousand years ago, there was almost no one who was his match within the Eastern Wastelands. But he was now curled up here, his dried up body shivering with cold, appearing pitiful and sympathetic.
"Senior…" Ye Fan walked up and squatted down below the bluestone, gazing at the old madman. He had a similar emotion within him, but he didn't know how he could help the old man.
