People would always die eventually.

Even if it was someone as powerful as a Sacred Expert, the day would come when they would die, turn to dust.

When he thought about how just like many great figures in this age, he would be recorded in the books of history, how his name would be passed down verbally through stories, this old civil official like cultivator who was actually a Great Mang Imperial Court Consecrator, apart from feeling relaxed, also felt a type of indescribable excitement and impulsiveness.

The carriage continued to move through the early morning.

However, an expression of shock and extreme surprise appeared in the eyes of this aged Great Mang Sacred Expert.

The two old horses who pulled this carriage, because of the aura his body released, suddenly felt like this carriage was incomparably heavy, they couldn’t pull it at all. They released sad cries, releasing some white foam from their mouth.

Under the early autumn morning light up ahead, a youngster dressed in Yunqin High Priest robes carried a massive chest on his back, slowly walking towards him.

The aged Great Mang Sacred Expert’s tightly pursed lips opened slightly, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening a bit.

He recognized who this youngster was.

It wasn’t just the other party’s outer appearance and clothing, there was also that type of indescribable aura from the other party that made him sure that the youngster who was walking over was precisely Lin Xi.

The one he came to see was precisely Lin Xi.

Only, before he encountered Yunqin’s outpost army, even before he expressed his own request, the one he needed to see instead already appeared in front of him on his own, this making it so that when he looked at this youngster who was walking under the fluttering yellow...