In the blink of an eye.
Chen Jichuan had been in Yangshuo County, at Haitang Mountain, for three months now.
It had been fifty days since Sheng Dayang and his son 'joined the sect.'
In the Great Yann World.
Lul Changshou had passed away sixty-five years ago.
This year.
Chen Jichuan turned one hundred and ninety-five.
During his time in the Black Prison, Chen Jichuan spent half of each year in the Great Yann.
After leaving the Black Prison, he only spent three months per year in the Great Yann.
When he was not present.
His body was sealed, akin to sleeping. However he looked when leaving, he would look the same upon returning. Only the time in this world continued to slip away.
At the advanced age of one hundred and ninety-five.
Bone age of sixty-five.
Chen Jichuan finally showed signs of aging—
His temples were touched with frost.
Wrinkles ran deeper.
