The yellow sand was mesmerizing.
The old man with the sword also looked at Lord Ye, a hint of caution appearing on his cynical face.
There was a sword beside his thigh.
This sword had been stored for decades and had never been opened.
Ever since he lost to ye Hong that year, he had sealed the sword, comprehended the world, and experienced the vicissitudes of the world.
From the extremely handsome swordsman to the unkempt old man today, the sword-drawing old man had never made a move.
He had never displayed any martial arts, sealed all of his cultivation, and lived like an ordinary old man.
Until ten years ago, when he was knocked unconscious by someone and saved by the young Chu Zhongtian. From then on, the two of them lived together.