The only difference between Jiang Chen’s current state and a corpse was that he still had a breath left in him. The moment that breath ceased, he would be dead.
Watching him in this condition, Jiang Wumeng felt a pang of heartache. On the floor nearby, an old man sat cross-legged. He had long, almost completely white hair, with only a few strands of black remaining. His face was aged, and his breathing was incredibly faint. Jiang Wumeng shifted her gaze toward him and frowned instinctively. In her memory, there was no such person in the Jiang family. Who was this?
"Next."
Chapter 636