Elder Han

"How far is Qingye City from here?"

Along the old pathway, there were a few carriages moving. Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out and opened the curtains, which revealed a pair of eyes.

The hand was so pale that it looked as if it had lost a great amount of blood. The blood vessels along the arm were also visible.

The person whose hand was pale had a strange voice. His old raspy voice had a slight hint of youthful vigour in it. He was already panting after saying a few words, which clearly suggested that he was easily short of breath.

"Elder Han please hold on, we will be there in a few hours time!"

The person who was at the helm of the carriage was Lu Zhisen, who went to the secluded valley to seek medical attention previously.

The only difference was that now he was being polite and respectful instead of his usual recklessness.