More than eighty years had passed, he was now a hundred years old, still brimming with vitality, and had become a figure of high moral standing and respect in the martial world of Wu Country, all of which was related to that ancient fruit.
He too had come here again, but had never found a second fruit.
He never dared to venture deep into the mountain crevice.
The appearance of Meng Chong made him realize that he might have missed a great opportunity in the past, so he brought two disciples with him.
Entering a hundred yards into the mountain crevice, the cold wind blew from within, involuntarily causing one to shiver.
The darkness, the profound depths, the deathly stillness of the crevice, would be too much for anyone traveling alone to bear against the terror in their heart.
"Elder, do we continue on?"