He walked slowly toward the old man, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "This city is indeed desolate. Senior must possess cultivation that eclipses the world, leaving no rivals anywhere across this realm. Why live in seclusion in a place brimming with such dead energy?"
The old man turned back to look at Moyang, smiled, and waved his hand. "An old man like me, with one foot in the grave, where else is there for me to go? Right here suits me fine. Whenever I die, anywhere will make a graveyard!"
Moyang's expression was unfathomable; for a moment, he did not quite know what to say.
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