The dust slowly disperses.
The view becomes clear.
Finally, Richard emerges from the ruins, dragging something in his hand.
Lo and behold, it is a person, an old man, even older than the elderly Gao Ge of the past, by an immeasurable number of years.
Seeing the old man, anyone would involuntarily think—reaching the extreme of aging must look like this.
His hair has completely fallen out, with no eyebrows, beard, or any body hair remaining. His body is hunched, his bones frail like twigs, his skin loose beyond imagination, like an old wax-yellow bag draped over bones.
His entire face almost has no muscle left, barely more than a skull with a layer of skin. His eye sockets are deeply recessed, and his eyeballs a murky gray, like glass balls with impurities, making one wonder if he can see anything.
