After hiding for a day, the group of trackers dispersed, and Lu Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief.
He continued on his way.
After walking for ten days, he finally reached Changyuan Mountain.
The former Marketplace of the Lu Family has now become the place for the Lu Family's rebuilding.
"Greetings, Grand Elder."
Lu Xuanji once again met the Grand Elder.
At the moment of seeing the Grand Elder again, he almost didn't recognize him.
In the past, the Grand Elder was one hundred and fifty years old yet had a head full of black hair, looking extremely youthful, brimming with energy like a young man.
But now, the Grand Elder's hair was all white, his face wrinkled, seemingly very weary, with no trace of the past vigor, just an old and declining aura.
The downfall of the Lu Family had almost crushed this old man.
