Luojia Mountain. Bamboo Forest Courtyard.
Crunch!
The plain wooden door was pushed open, and an old man leaning on a cane walked into the courtyard, glanced up, coughed twice, and said aloud, "Since you're here, come into the courtyard for a cup of tea."
Swish!
The breeze gently blew, and an old man wearing a gray robe, holding a horsetail whisk, appeared in the courtyard.
Shen Boyu looked at the robed old man and said with a smile: "Brother Dao Ling, it's been a while since we last met; you still look as dashing as ever."
Zhong Daoling looked at Shen Boyu with a face full of surprise and asked aloud: "Shen Boyu, what is this?"
"What? Aged to the point that Brother Dao Ling can't recognize me?"
"Even with severe injuries not fully healed, with your esteemed Great Grandmaster...you shouldn't have fallen into such a state. What has happened to you? How come all your Yin Yang Qi has disappeared?"
