Li Yunchen stood alone at the edge of the cliff, his gaunt and aged body under the wide robe striking a chord of sympathy.
Even with his back turned, unable to see his face, Li Xiaoyao could feel the complex emotions surging in Li Yunchen's heart at that moment.
"Second Elder, what's wrong with the Great Elder? Does he have some history with that senior?" Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but ask.
Li Tinghai glanced at Li Yunchen, shook his head with a look of helplessness, and said, "Li Chaotian, he is his son."
"What!"
Li Xiaoyao was startled. The two were father and son?
Li Tinghai smiled, pleased with his reaction, and said, "It's a long story."
Li Xiaoyao sat down on the ground with a thud, took out two flasks of wine, and handed one to him, saying, "I have wine, and you have stories, a perfect match indeed."