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.
Unfortunately, at his peak, he encountered his greatest enemy, who broke his meridians within merely three moves.
In the thirty years since, he tried countless remedies but still couldn’t recover from his injuries.
"Aside from the man who defeated me back then, only the reclusive master from Imperial Capital Fengtian Path could possibly match up against Lin Beichen."
The elderly man sighed deeply, picked up his teacup again, and casually glanced outside. Suddenly, his face changed drastically.
With a bang, the teacup fell to the ground.
The elderly man stared blankly at the white-haired old man outside the VIP hall, his face becoming distorted and terrified.
"Grandpa, are you alright?"
The child asked in fear.
Outside the VIP hall, the white-haired old man led his team away, not noticing the gaze from inside the hall.
"I’m fine, child, don’t look outside,"
The elderly man quickly said, gripping the child’s head tightly, his body trembling slightly, feeling utterly terrified.
It must be him, it must be that guy.
The elderly man roared furiously in his heart.
Though they hadn’t met in thirty years, he instantly recognized the other’s identity with one glance.
The terror-striking figure who knocked him from his peak with merely three moves.
Hadn’t he severed his connection with the Dragon Country? Why would he step into the Dragon Country again?
Could it be because of Lin Beichen?
The elderly man stared intensely at the white-clad elder’s back, but the other never turned to look at him as he left.
Despite sitting in the envied VIP hall, the elderly man felt extraordinarily humiliated.
Thanks to the opponent, he had become a cripple.
In countless deep nights, he longed to see him once more.
But now, facing him again, he found he didn’t even have the courage to step forward and speak.
He had no hope of challenging him.
"Even he has returned; indeed, the world is becoming lively."
The elderly man pondered silently.
If anyone else had been present, they might have thought the elderly man was making a fuss over nothing.
An old man near his grave, how imposing could he be?
However, anyone who had witnessed the grand event thirty years ago would know the elderly man’s reaction was not excessive.
Because the elderly man in white robes was the Sect Leader of the thousand-year Thunder Blade Sect.
An expert can always distinguish levels of mastery.
Even within the same Realm, there are strong and weak individuals.
And even among the Death Gate Realm, he was undeniably the world’s number one.
Most individuals in the Death Gate Realm conceal their age.
But this elder was different.
He was publicly acknowledged as a thousand-year-old monster within the Death Gate Realm.
Historical records had numerous proofs of the elder’s identity.
And the Thunder Blade Sect he established was once deemed the most promising to cross into the Celestial Gate Realm.
Now, he had returned to the Dragon Country.
Outside Bamboo Forest Manor in Zhongcheng Hall by the Imperial Capital Longmian River.
Zhao Sanxin sat on the sofa in the guard post, idly playing games.
He used to be an Outer Sect disciple of Zhongcheng Hall, needing to apply in advance and gain approval whenever he wanted to visit his family.
However, since Zhongcheng Hall underwent drastic changes, the family expanded its recruitment and abolished some old rules.
Over the years, Zhao Sanxin’s cultivation had advanced without the slightest slack, thus easily making it onto the family list, becoming the security manager of the manor’s front courtyard.
Though Zhongcheng Hall’s upheaval wounded the family’s business deeply, it still remained an unattainable super-family in the eyes of outsiders.
Even being a low-level employee in such a family was considered great fortune, let alone heading a department.
Though Zhao Sanxin only oversaw the ground in front of the gate, his status and treatment had significantly changed.
In many people’s eyes, he was already one of the most powerful individuals in Zhongcheng Hall’s Outer Sect.
Of course, his standing was still nothing to the Inner Sect disciples.
The gap between Inner and Outer Sect disciples was vast.
Yet being an Outer Sect disciple made Zhao Sanxin content.
Previously, when he went home, his wife often mocked him, and his child showed him little respect.
But now, every time he returned home, his wife took meticulous care of him, and his child personally helped him relax, expressing deep filial piety.
At home, he was the pillar, and outside he was the Outer Sect manager. This change in status wasn’t due to his personal efforts but because of Mr. Lin.
"Big brother, although life is comfortable, it’s really boring. There’s hardly anything to do, yet we’re here guarding every day. Don’t you think they might be paying us just to keep us like dogs?"