Only Zhang Jian standing to the side could sense that the elixir could grant everlasting youth, but it could not prevent the erosion of time and the loss of vitality.
The vitality of the organs of the two was gradually waning.
Under the solemn gaze of hundreds of Zhang Clan core members, the two slowly ignited the sandalwood before the great cauldron and moved to the meditation mat to bow to the ancestors' golden bodies.
"Brother Huang, do Father and Mother still not wish to slumber?"
Beside him, Prince Duan, Zhang Min, wearing a purple python robe, had a questioning look in his eyes.
Prince Duan Zhang Min was slightly younger than Zhang Jian, but also approaching an advanced age.
As Zhang Jian's most trusted prince, he was also granted spirit medicine for maintaining his appearance, his beard beautifully grown, his sleeves flowing, appearing as a charismatic old prince.
Zhang Jian still saw traces of that youthful brother in his eyes.
He immediately smiled.
