In the shadows, an old man quietly stepped out.
If Ye Long could open his eyes at this moment, he would certainly know who this man was. His temples were gray, like silver needles, and though his face was flushed with vitality, he lacked the withered, twilight air of an elderly person. It seemed that at this stage of his life, he had truly reached the pinnacle of perfection.
"The Hundred Elders Society, Miu Wanzai... Senior?" the Prince of Zhennan exclaimed.
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