Li Weiyi followed her footsteps into the Azure Clothes Garden.
"But, the curse that befell the Xianxia Sect happened a hundred years ago. No matter how I look at it, Captain, you don't seem like you're a hundred years old."
Qing Ziqin said, "A hundred years ago, my father was staying in the Azure Clothes Garden and was lucky enough to survive. Later, he joined the Sentinel Spirit Army. He thought everything was over, married a wife, and had me. But... in the end, he died the same way, turning into a withered, shriveled corpse, dying at the foot of Yan Jue Mountain. He did not escape the fate he was meant to have."
As she spoke, she led Li Weiyi into the ancestral hall of the Azure Clothes Garden.
Thirteen Longevity Corpses sat neatly behind the memorial tablets, arranged in four rows, from four generations of people.
The Qing family of course had more than four generations, perhaps even more than forty, it was just that Qing Ziqin belonged to the fourth generation.