Chapter 930: Fiend Blood Path
Tang Mingjing paused at those words, stifling a soft sigh.
He ordered the servants to bring up tea and wine. He remembered Mister's fondness for wine, but knowing he also drank tea, he had both served.
It had been many years since they last met.
Tang Mingjing's hair was entirely white.
The youth of the past was long gone. When he opened his mouth, missing teeth were faintly visible—he had reached the age where they simply fell out.
It wasn't just his wizened face; his body was a shadow of what it once was. His back hunched, seemingly bowed for good from a lifetime of keeping his head down. He no longer stood straight and tall.
He was truly an old bag of bones.
Tang Mingjing sighed. "The years are merciless. Thinking back to the last time I saw Mister, I had just gotten married. I was in my prime, yet now I am an old man."
He let out a self-deprecating laugh, though the sound was weak, as if he lacked the breath for it.