"Senior Yang Jian, you haven't aged a bit!" Yang Jian smiled as he flew toward Emperor Qin Shi Huang: "You look the same as you did over 2000 years ago."
"Alas, it's just that all of you are gone now." Emperor Qin Shi Huang sighed lightly: "I've just heard from our fellow Daoist Wang Mang that of our generation of cultivators, only you are left."
"Yes, only me left." Senior Yang Jian smiled slightly: "However, Daoist Brother Emperor Xin is still alive, why don't you seek him out for a chat after I am gone if you still yearn for old friends?"
"What? King Zhou, Emperor Xin?" Emperor Qin Shi Huang exclaimed in surprise: "He's still alive? Where is he now?"
Sernior Yang Jian too was stunned, and looked toward the senior behind Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Wang Mang: "Daoist Brother Wang Mang, what's going on? You didn't mention this to Daoist Brother Ying Zheng?"