Chapter 165 — Dust of the Mortal World

With the shattering of that ancient mirror, the wondrous watery mist at the cave mouth also gradually dispersed, revealing a figure standing behind it.

Lin Jinghong.

Their gazes met in midair, and for a moment both were stunned.

For a long while they gazed at each other in silence—the eyes of two men, from boyhood to youth to this present moment, as though seeing through an entire lifetime in that one look.

Lin Jinghong's teeth sank deep into his lip, almost drawing blood, and then he said, word by word, "That old man in the Ancestral Hall—was it you who killed him?"

Ming Li was silent, his head slightly bowed. After a moment he nodded gently and said, "Yes."

In an instant, Lin Jinghong's eyes went red.