Currently, there stood a man in white robes, his hair completely white. Though his face was aged, his eyes were exceptionally spirited.
Behind the elderly man stood a tall, handsome noble youth.
Further back was a group of tall, imposing bodyguards in suits.
The bodyguards gazed at the outside crowd, instantly alert. Though their hands held no weapons, their combined presence exuded an intense killing intent.
The surrounding crowd, upon seeing this, immediately retreated, not daring to confront them at all.
"Grandpa, you speak of this Lin Beichen as if he is unparalleled. Is he truly stronger than you?"
A child couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this, the elderly man fell silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
"My dear grandson, you're overestimating me. I am now just a bag of old bones, with no qualifications to challenge anyone."
He recalled his younger days when he was a renowned expert, reaching the Peak before forty, and crossing the Death Gate was only a step away.
