The man's eyes were unusually clear, yet completely blood-red—a bizarre, but equally captivating sight.
Ye Tianling saw tear tracks on his wrinkled face.
Those tear tracks seemed to have settled over the ages, carving two deep furrows on his face.
From the man, Ye Tianling sensed the aura of a myriad of beasts, the shackles of a peerless Divine Dao, and, even more profoundly, the presence of a peerless Overlord Body.
After a moment's hesitation, he approached the man, cupped his fist in salute, and respectfully called out, "Senior."
"Senior…"
Ye Tianling spoke as he came to a stop a short distance from the stone block.
Ye Tianling could see it was not that the middle-aged man's eyes were emotionless, but that they held an indescribable air of desolate solitude.
Ye Tianling's call failed to elicit the slightest reaction.
He remained completely oblivious, even as Ye Tianling drew near.
His gaze remained locked on the crimson setting sun, his figure utterly still.
