Chen Yan's smile remained unchanged, and he made a gesture of "please."
The old Taoist habitually took a deep breath, then slowly said, "My humble name is Huang, originally from the Zedong World. Born in... the seventh year of the Republic of China."
Oh?
The seventh year of the Republic?
Chen Yan quickly calculated, good heavens, that's 1918.
In other words, this old Taoist is already over a hundred years old.
"I was born into poverty, and later dedicated myself to a Taoist temple. At six, I became an acolyte, and at fourteen, my master took me as an inner disciple. It was then that I began cultivating under him and came to know that there was another realm in this world. Only then did I learn the difference between mortals and immortals!
But this world has thin Primordial Qi, and cultivation resources are even harder to find. The path to seeking Tao is indeed difficult.
