The Uncle Bai that Xu Qi'an mentioned was, of course, Bai Fengxian—Lin Changheng's friend and a fellow Bing Gui Immortal Seedling from the same period.
No extreme grief washed over him. Lin Changheng just felt an emptiness in his heart, a sense of loss.
At his age of forty-eight, he was only a step away from fifty, the age at which one is said to understand their destiny.
He had already experienced life's great ups and downs and no longer let his emotions run wild as he had in his youth. He knew some things were simply beyond human control.
Partings and death were both unavoidable.
And if one does not become an immortal, they can never attain Changsheng!
'I just hadn't expected... it to come so soon.'
"I understand."
He answered flatly and turned to leave.
"Sir..." Xu Qi'an subconsciously opened his mouth to offer a word of comfort, but in the end, said nothing. He watched the departing figure, who appeared fine on the surface but was in truth desolate.
