The scruffy old man spent three to four hours before finally clearing out the stench of decay.
Looking at the freshly cleaned room, the old man walked out the door, hammering his waist.
In the past, he could spend a whole day and night on the mountain looking for herbs with no problem, but now just bending over a bit makes him uncomfortable.
"Oh, I really am getting old."
Unintentionally, he looked up and saw something hit in mid-air, only to rebound back out.
The old man thought his eyes were playing tricks, so he rubbed them and looked again.
Soon, he saw it again, something indeed colliding, and at the moment of impact, a flash of light would swiftly appear in mid-air.
Though he claimed he was getting old, his eyes were still sharp.
It was precisely because of that flash of light that the scruffy old man was certain there was a protective barrier above the house.
Almost instantly, he guessed that this protective barrier must be Master Yun's work.
