Although the underground chamber was dark, everything you needed was there. There were two paintings hanging on the grey walls. There was only an arm-thick candle burning, and the flicking light made the two paintings look blurry.

On the left side of the room was a jade bed. It was simple and exuded a milky, white glow. There was a figure sitting on a pad on top of the jade bed.

This figure had long hair scattered over his shoulders, and there was grey mixed in with his white hair. He had an eagle hook nose like Han Tianhu and wore a dark purple robe. He looked slightly old, but his skin was as smooth as a baby’s.

He was Villa Master Han, and tomorrow was his 200th birthday. He had been stuck at the Spirit Core Realm for a long time. Normally, it would have been hopeless for him, but something had allowed his cultivation to improve rapidly with no sign of stopping.

Not far away from the bed, there was a jade table with three jade chairs.

Han Shaolong was calmly sitting on one of...