Just as Yang Zhenshan controlled the soul crow to sneak into the courtyard, Xuanzhen was meditating cross-legged in a quiet chamber inside the courtyard.
At this moment, Xuanzhen looked almost the same as he did more than twenty years ago, still wearing a gray Taoist robe, hair pinned with a wooden hairpin, the snow-white horsetail whisk placed beside him. His complexion was rosy, hair a mix of black and white, with faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead, not noticeable unless observed closely.
More than twenty years ago, when they came to the Sea of Spirit, Xuanzhen was already over 150 years old. By rights, his lifespan should have been at an end, but perhaps due to the life-extending effects of the Wuzhen Taoist Palace's cultivation technique, he did not appear aged at that time.
Now, more than twenty years have passed, and Xuanzhen's age is probably over 180, yet his appearance still seems so youthful.
