“You’ve grown much older since we parted at Ridgeplain. We can be considered old acquaintances, so do you have any wishes?” Lu Yin asked.0

Lin Jie’s thoughts grew complicated as his mind raced. A wish? In the past, he had most sought to climb higher, to lead his Linlushan family past peak after peak to become the strongest clan. What could he still ask for? What he had experienced over the years had left him exhausted. He was truly tired. Although only a few hundred years had passed, the numerous brushes with death that he had survived were far more than anything he had seen during the first half of his life.0

The torment of his injuries and illness had transformed his life into something worse than death. He had wanted to end it all countless times. It was only at those moments that he truly understood what he sought: nothing more than a healthy body, coarse tea, plain meals, to watch the morning sun rise, and to watch the evening sun set, all while accompanying his daughter. That would be the greatest happiness.0

He had risen from an independent cultivator to lead the Linlushan family upward, step by step. He had poured so much effort and devotion into those efforts, only for everything to be destroyed in an instant. What, ultimately, was a person’s life pursuing?0

Behind him, Lin Jie’s daughter knelt again. “I beg Lord Lu to treat my father’s illness and spare him from the torment...0