“Old man, can I pay my respects to Master Shangxian’s portrait and offer a stick of incense?”

Ye Wuque spoke like this.

"sure!"

The old man seemed very happy and immediately stood up and led Ye Wuque to the back room.

 "Young man, this is the portrait of Master Shangxian..."

 In front of an incense table in the back room, the old man respectfully pointed to a portrait quietly placed there and introduced it to Ye Wuque.

“I remember it very clearly. When Master Shangxian took out the portrait of his master, he had a look of admiration and respect on his face. Master Shangxian even said that he and his master had a very good relationship!”

Ye Wuque immediately followed the old man’s guidance and looked over.

this moment!

Ye Wuque’s pupils suddenly shrank sharply.

 In the portrait.

There is only one back!

 A suit of white clothes.

 Blurred!

 It seems to be heading towards an unknown distance, unable to see clearly, drifting further and further away, and never looking back.

It's just a silhouette, but there is a loneliness that permeates eternity.

 Perfectly magnificent!

 The only one in the ages!

 There is a line of writing on both sides of the portrait.

 “The years are like a knife cutting down the proud ones...”

 “Time is like an arrow shooting at heroes...”

 At this moment!

 Ye Wuque’s mind was already roaring!

"null……"

 He thought wrong!

 Completely wrong!
Chapter completed!