The Spiritual Qi in this place is thick, yet it carries a heavy air of twilight.
"Ancestor, you summoned Shengguang here; what are your instructions?"
Yang Shengguang bowed in respect to an elder sitting deep within the Cave Mansion, on a red jade Puduan.
The elder's figure was emaciated, clad in a faded red-patterned old robe, with hair and beard as white as snow, and wrinkles as deep as ravines on his face.
Only a pair of deep-set eyes, when open and closed, still held a trace of sharp brilliance.
This man was the only True Pill True Master of the Yang Family, the ancestor of the Yang Family whose lifespan was nearing its end.
"Take a look at this."
With a flick of his finger, the Yang Family ancestor sent a smooth Jade Scroll slowly flying to Yang Shengguang.
Yang Shengguang received it with both hands, and his Divine Sense delved into it.
