Old Mi’s entire body shook when he heard this voice. His smile remained frozen on his face. He turned to look outside the window.

An old man was already standing by the side of his bed. He coughed into his handkerchief, and then smiled at Old Mi.

If Zu An or Pei Mianman had been there, they would surely have recognized the Wei clan’s mysterious expert, Wei Dan.

Old Mi’s expression slipped the moment his gaze landed on this man. He sighed deeply. “I've always dreaded this day. Yet, now that it’s come, I find that I’m not as anxious as I imagined I would be.”

Wei Dan smiled. “That’s how the world works. The most painful part isn't the actual event. It’s the endless waiting.”

Old Mi chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to still be so fond of preaching after so many years.”

Wei Dan didn’t seem to mind. “I haven’t seen you in so many years. We’ve all grown so old. You’ve...