When Wen Yan looked over, he felt this old man was like a candle flame in the wind, that could be snuffed out at any moment.
And with that single glance, a prompt popped up in his eyes.
"Corpse Catcher."
"In his youth, hot-blooded, he slew thirty-eight invaders with his own hands.
In early manhood, he once found a new place for the village to live, and killed seventeen bandits and thugs.
In middle age, with two sons and a daughter, he shouldered heavy burdens, only for them all to die young.
By the time he reached his twilight years, his destined end was already near.
Then he dissolved the lingering attachment inherited from his forebears, which had settled for two thousand years, and the joy of that struck him like a great surge.
He already felt that his life was Perfect, with no more regrets.
The only thing he still thought of day after day was to repay the kindness of the Ye Clan benefactors.
