Jinliu Manor, southwest corner.
The master of the manor, with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly observed the old man in front of him.
A year ago, the Liu Venerate Temple of High Willow City had sent three incense burners.
Among them, this elder served as the lead!
At this moment, the elder, sitting cross-legged, radiated light that enveloped an area about ten feet around him.
His face was as pale as it could be, yet he still clenched his teeth, maintaining the aura of light surrounding him.
Behind him, a root had penetrated his back, almost fusing with his spine.
What Lin Yan and Pei Xiong had heard was that this elder, the most senior among the three incense burners, had been conscripted by the Left City Guard Army.
But now it seemed that the elder had always been trapped in this small courtyard at the southwest corner of Jinliu Manor.
"Why endure such hardship, Mr. Lu?"