Grand Elder (2)

On the seat was a dried-up corpse, his thin hands hidden in huge, expensive clothes. On his wrinkled face, a pair of empty eyes were staring straight at Little You Yun and Little Luo Xue.

He gently took Little You Yun from Little Luo Xue's arms, treating her as though she was a precious pearl.

How was this possible?

You Qiong stared in disbelief at the dried corpse who was the Grand Elder. His eyes were as big as saucers.

He recalled that before he had left the Ancient You Clan, the Grand Elder had still looked like a normal person.

So…

What exactly was going on?

"It's been a long time, You Qiong." The Grand Elder lifted his head. He moved slowly, pulling at his dried-up skin which seemed like it was going to tear at any moment.

You Qiong's legs jerked as he dropped to the floor, cold sweat covering his body.

There was only one person in the Ancient You Clan who could make him feel this oppressed.