Lin Chen was momentarily stunned; turning around, he saw that familiar yet slightly unfamiliar figure.
"Ancestor..."
Lin Chen saw Ancestor Changchun before him, incredulous in his heart.
Years ago, when Lin Chen first met Ancestor Changchun, the True Man Changchun looked as youthful as a twenty-year-old, exuding an ethereal aura.
But now, after just a few short years, the True Man Changchun had dramatically changed in appearance.
With a head full of silver hair and a face lined with wrinkles, he resembled an old man about to fade away.
If Lin Chen hadn't sensed the aura of the True Man Changchun, he almost wouldn't have recognized him.
Seeing the True Man Changchun in this state, Lin Chen's heart tightened, and he frowned:
"Ancestor, why have you ended up looking like this?"
The True Man Changchun waved his hand, about to speak, but then suddenly started coughing.
"Cough, cough..."
Seeing this, Lin Chen hurriedly stepped forward to support the True Man Changchun.
