His hands rested on the ship's railing; without the support of his hands, he would soon feel tired.
Yinn Qiuyun stood behind her partner, a trace of sadness hidden in her eyes, while a young boy beside her looked around with a curious and excited expression.
The Flying Ship slowly descended, and Ji An was already standing by the Cold Pool, accompanied by Huang Feihu and Liang Hill.
He saw Wei Songnian's aged face and sensed the heavy aura of death surrounding him, leaving Ji An quietly sighing in surprise.
The injury to Wei Songnian's Dantian had never healed, though it hadn't caused his cultivation to regress, it had still had a negative impact.
Putting aside the stagnation of his cultivation, it seemed now his life was also fading faster than usual.
After just a few years of absence, he had weakened to this extent, and it seemed his days were numbered.
Wei Songnian forced a smile, wryly saying:
"Have I changed a lot?"
