707: Chapter 156 The Old Man at Dusk_1 707: Chapter 156 The Old Man at Dusk_1 Jiang Wang held his breath and concentrated, even his heartbeat stopped.
The seamless Hidden Clothes allowed him to blend perfectly with his environnt.
The thods used by Yin Guanshi could temporarily deceive a Godly cultivator.
However, it was not foolproof.
Especially, who was Song Hengjiang?
Having made his na centuries ago, he was a figure from the sa era as Zhuang Chenggan, the Taizu of Zhuang Country.
Even Yin Guanshi himself wouldn’t dare to say he could avoid Song Hengjiang’s scrutiny if he were here.
Perhaps it was because Song Hengjiang had expended too much energy in the previous battle at the Lan River; at this mont, his aging was very apparent.
He was stooped and weary.
Walking in this underwater grotto, he seed especially powerless, like all elderly at the end of their lives.
Or maybe, Song Hengjiang was willing to show his aged state because there was no one else around.
The mighty Lord of Qing River, a renowned figure for hundreds of years and at least a powerful being in the God Descending Realm, should have a Golden Fra and Jade Marrow, with cultivation that did not regress until death.
The fact that he looked like this now was clearly an indication of a problem.
He walked through the grotto, casually glanced at the stone coffins, and then headed directly towards the cave entrance on the left side—right next to where Jiang Wang was hiding.
As Song Hengjiang’s slow steps drew closer, Jiang Wang’s heart grew tighter and tighter.
This was no ordinary old man, but a peerless fierce creature that was montarily napping.
A trendous pressure weighed on his heart, making him feel sowhat cold.
He didn’t want to entrust his life and death to another, but the vast gap in power left him no choice.
The difference between life and death could be just a fleeting glance.
Song Hengjiang arrived in front of the stone coffins, didn’t pause, lifted his foot, and walked into the cave on the left.
Jiang Wang gently closed his eyes and sighed a long sigh of relief in his heart.
Song Hengjiang obviously didn’t think soone was hiding here and didn’t bother to check thoroughly; he simply walked into the inner cave.
“He’s almost done for,” Jiang Yan said in Tongtian Palace, his voice tinged with emotion.
Jiang Wang suddenly ca to his senses, hesitatingly said, “mbers of the Water Race naturally have longer lifespans, and he’s such a strong cultivator…
how could this be?”
Jiang Yan was silent for a while, possibly pondering carefully, before responding, “He must have sustained so irreversible injuries.
Back then, he was among the most top-notch Godly cultivators.
With his talent, he should have reached the Dongzhen Realm long ago.
The fact that he is still in God Arrives Realm already reveals the problem.”
Jiang Wang speculated, “If he indeed suffered so irreversible injuries in the past, could the raising of these Yin Demons be related to his injuries?”
Jiang Yan’s voice was faint, “Who knows?”
Just then, Song Hengjiang’s voice rose from the inner cave.
“Another year has passed.”
He sighed.
It sounded like he was talking to soone, his voice filled with the vicissitudes of ti.
“It’s already…
two hundred eighteen years.”
“Wanxi, it’s been two hundred eighteen years.
Are you in pain?”
Regret?
No, it sounded like the na of a person.
“Was there any famous person nad Wanxi in Zhuang Country over two hundred years ago?” he asked Jiang Yan back in Tongtian Palace.
“How should I know?” Jiang Yan suddenly beca very impatient.
Jiang Wang dared not move, dared not relax; the feeling between the two eerie blood-patterned coffins was very uncomfortable, giving him the illusion that he was already dead.
Moreover, the blood patterns were so disturbing, twisting the heart, assaulting the soul.
He could only focus all his attention on his hearing, listening to Song Hengjiang’s voice in the cave within.
Song Hengjiang seed to be talking to himself, because from beginning to end, Jiang Wang didn’t hear anyone respond.
“I went to the Lan River again.”
“That old geezer died a thorough death, his descendants, all useless.
The entire Lan River, not a single Water Race worthy of standing properly before .
It was Beigong Jade who intervened, or the Lan River’s palace would have been completely destroyed.”
“Ha, old geezer.”
Song Hengjiang’s voice suddenly beca lancholic, “Unwittingly, I’ve beco the ‘old geezer’ in other people’s mouths…”
“Gao Xian shows great promise.
Already a True person of this era, but he’s no good thing.”
“He does not respect the Water Race, nor does he respect the ancient covenants.
He has forgotten Zhuang Chenggan’s promise, he doesn’t know himself…”
“He even forced to ally with Luo Country, to wage war on Yong, do you know that?
He simply doesn’t care about the Water Race’s hatred and perseverance.
But because of you…
but because of you, Wanxi, I still held expectations for him.”
“Expectation after expectation ca to nothing.”
“I rashly ddled in the succession of the throne, helped him secure the imperial seat.
But when I turned around, he was not tolerant towards the Water Race.”
“I hoped he would be as pure and kind as you, but he is more like Zhuang Chenggan.
No, he is even more ruthless than Zhuang Chenggan.”
“He actually threatened with Qingyue and Qingzhi’s lives, do you know that?
Although he never explicitly said it, I could entirely feel his coldness.
Now that the situation is overpowering, I can only drag this decaying sickly body and battle Lan River once more.
If you knew all this, how heartbroken you would be…”
“Was it Han Yin who drove him to this?
I hope that’s the case…”
Song Hengjiang, like all old people facing the twilight of their lives, babbled on and on.
“Now Han Yin is dead.
Of those past acquaintances, be they enemies or friends, hardly a few remain.
On the way here earlier, I thought for a while, and I couldn’t figure it out.
I don’t know if I’m too old, or if they died too cleanly.”
“Death isn’t such a big deal; I was ready long ago.
I’ve held on for so many years, all for the sake of the Qingjiang Aquatic Clan.
Now that Qingyue has grown up, a lot of things he does are even better than mine, I can rest assured.
The only worry is Qingzhi, who’s too young and still very naive…”
“Co to think of it, Qingyue also has his flaws.
He’s too proud, never willing to bow his head.
I’m afraid that after I’m gone, Gao Xian won’t tolerate him…”
“But what can I do?”
“This day was bound to co…”
“Ah.
How does that saying go?
‘Death is the only fairness,’ right?”
“Wanxi, as your brother, I don’t know whether I’m a little more selfish, or my love for you is greater.
These years, perhaps you have also been in much pain?”
“When it’s ti for to go, I’ll take you with .”
“That day won’t be far…
won’t be far…”
“Do you still rember the duckweed flowers?
The day they bloom across the water’s surface, the drifting reaches its end.”
Song Hengjiang spoke slowly, bits and pieces from here and there.
Much like all the old people conversing with those dear to them.
Always tirelessly sharing trivial things.
But Jiang Wang could no longer discern the details in Song Hengjiang’s babbling, because a more imdiate and terrifying matter had already presented itself—while casting spells on Hidden clothes, Yin Guan couldn’t possibly commit too much power, hence the ans he employed had a certain ti limit.
And from that naless green mountain all the way here, the ti was almost up!
The three tactics Yin Guan laid upon the Hidden clothes, one was consud when he observed Du Yehu at Jiu River’s mystic armor, another was used when he killed Dong Ah, and now this was the last one.
The concealnt effect of Hidden clothes was almost useless when facing a Godly cultivator.
Once the tactic left by Yin Guan on the Hidden clothes wore off, he would be equivalent to standing stark naked before Song Hengjiang.
It would an certain death.
No chance whatsoever to resist.
The ti remaining for this concealnt was extrely limited, and Song Hengjiang was still droning on.
Those slow, asured words sounded like they could be the chant for a funeral…
inexorably drawing closer!
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