Chen Shi walked into the quarry, the wind howling, with everything outside frozen, yet it was warmer at the foot of the mountain, the ice and snow melting.
Tombstones were piled up everywhere here, with no names carved on them.
Du Yiran was packing his bag, throwing the axe and chisel into his Void Great Realm.
He was dressed heavily, with a sheepskin coat outside, the wool worn inside, and a cotton jacket stuffed, making him look quite bulky, but in fact, he had grown old and thin.
He wore a sheepskin hat, tightly wrapped, his face appearing somewhat dark from the wind and sun.
Chen Shi had grown into a lad, taller than him, and he had grown old and shorter.
"Grandpa Du!"
Chen Shi stepped forward, knelt, and bowed, saying, "Chen Shi thanks Grandpa Du for the act of rescue!"
