As Jiang Hao approached the ship, the sensation of moving forward gradually faded until it vanished completely as he was transported onto the ship’s deck.
Descending slowly, Jiang Hao met the gaze of the elderly man before him.
The old man, upon seeing Jiang Hao suddenly appear, set aside the book he had been tearing and sighed with emotion, “You’re so young.”
Hearing this, Jiang Hao was curious. “Senior, you know my age?”
The man before him appeared aged, his hair white, and his face lined with wrinkles that seemed too deep to smooth out. Yet his posture remained straight and unyielding, giving the impression that his age might not truly reflect his vitality.
The elder chuckled. “Four hundred-something years old—many people might find it hard to believe. Even I wouldn’t have believed it.
“But the truth is right before me. Even I cannot deny it.
“I’m afraid Cheng Yun has noticed you too. Although Cheng Yun slumbers, he is not entirely ignorant of your world. If he has realized your existence, he will surely rush over. If you are allowed to grow further, there may come a day when he can no longer reach you.”
As the elder spoke, his eyes grew redder, but his smile remained. “I never imagined there would be someone like you in this realm.