Chapter 137:
The Imperial Capital is the largest city in the Zhong Province, but even in the most bustling city, there are still desolate slums and uninhabited areas in the outskirts.
And at that moment.
Sword Ghost stepped quickly, leaping and moving rapidly on the rooftops of brick houses, his figure blurred into a lingering shadow as he escaped swiftly.
His heart pounded, and all he could think of was the old face of the old man who sold paintings just now.
"That old man just now, there’s something wrong, something really wrong. What does it mean to have weakened energy and blood?"
He felt annoyed in his heart.
Aging in old age is a natural law that ordinary people cannot escape, only cultivators who have transcended the realm of ordinary mortals can be an exception.
But that old man is clearly not a cultivator, and it seems that he is not a fully accomplished martial artist in spiritual refining either.
The old martial artist, who is advanced in age, is actually very strong.