On a certain day two months later, Han Li and everyone else gathered together in a temporary cave abode outside the city.

The man from the Lin Family had only just barely managed to arrive before the agreed date, and everyone was appraising him with peculiar expressions. He had once bore the appearance of a middle-aged man, but his hair had since turned white, and his skin had shriveled and wrinkled significantly, making him resemble an elderly man.

What was even more shocking was that one of his eyes had gone missing, as if it had been gouged straight out of its socket.

On top of that, his aura had been reduced to less than a third of its former power, and it seemed to be extremely feeble as well.

"What happened to you, Fellow Daoist Lin?" the Long Family patriarch asked in a grim voice.

"I encountered a horde of Soul Sucking Beasts in the plains and had most of my true essence devoured by them. Thankfully, I was able to escape after detonating several of my most powerful treasures," the man replied...