The old man's white hair was falling out and his face was full of age spots. It was obvious he was nearing the end of his life. 

"He’s from the generation of my father's grandfather and close to two hundred years old. That is to say, he was once at the Earth Saint stage."

Mortals had a hundred-year limit, but not many lived to be that old. Most of them grew weak by age sixty and started losing beast ki, unable to escape the limits of nature. At the Earth Saint stage, their lifespan would be doubled, to a maximum of two hundred years. However, once a person reaches a hundred and fifty, they would start going downhill. Such limits on life was nature’s law. Reaching the Saint stage didn’t mean one could escape old age, sickness, and death. No matter what cultivation level the old man used to be, his beast ki had mostly dispersed. 

"Little Yang, is that you? Say something!" the old man fretted.

"I’m Li Muyang’s son." Tianming quickly stepped forward to help the old man into the courtyard.

The courtyard hadn’t been cleaned for a...