Brother Longevity,
Brother Changshou,
Brother Lin!
With these words combined, Lin Xuankong understood...
That elderly man with white hair in the distance must have died, and then resurrected by that chubby-faced, small-eyed Li Changming!
Once he figured this out, Lin Xuankong couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, thinking to himself: Initially, I thought I resurrected into a body that was extremely frail, not very lucky at all! But it turns out that Changming's luck was even worse, resurrecting into a dried-up old man in his sixties or seventies. At such an age, trying to cultivate and achieve any results quickly would be exceptionally difficult, it seems that Li Changming's luck is not as good as mine!
