There were six people in their team. One of them was very special. He was an old man with gray hair, a rickety back and a wrinkled face.

The old man's health is very bad, his blood decayed, his body is withered like dead branches, and even the sleeves he wears on his body appear wide.

Moreover, everyone can clearly perceive the faint breath of death it exudes.

Obviously, his birthday is approaching.

The facts are also true. This old man named Ning Xian used to be a near-sage figure, but as the old age's vitality and blood decayed, and the dark wounds broke out, his cultivation level had regressed.

Up to now, it can only be stable in the late stage of perfection.

And his current combat power is even more pitiful, and it's pretty good to be able to compete with Infinite Mid-term.

There is no way, it is better to not die, after all, it is still human.

And people, no matter how high-spirited they are when they are young, as the years go by, they will eventually get old and decay.

However, whether it is a near-sage like Zhang Daoyuan, Ye Liunan, or the other three of the team, they all respect this Ning Xian very much.

As soon as Hajime entered the ruins, when everyone else was busy going deep, the old man stopped and squatted down on the edge, pondering over some bricks.

This contemplation took half an hour.

But Zhang Daoyuan's five people did not show any anxious dissatisfaction on their faces, but they all consciously dispersed, acting as guards for the old man.

Hearing Zhang Daoyuan's questioning, the old man squatting on the ground stood up dangling with his hands behind his back. He didn't have any superior demeanor, but looked like an old farmer.

"No." Ning Xian shook his head slowly.

"But..." He paused, and said: "Those people calculated well earlier. This is indeed a sect from the Saint Yuan Realm."

"Moreover, I think I roughly figured out what age it was."

The five Zhang Daoyuan were a little disappointed when he heard the old man's first words, but they couldn't help but smile when he heard the old man say later.

"You always speak!" Zhang Daoyuan said respectfully.

However, the old man put his skinny palm on, and said, "No hurry, no hurry, let me take a look..."

From this look, it was a whole half day.

Zhang Daoyuan couldn't help looking into the distance, but at this time, there was no one in front of him. The people who set off with him obviously didn't know where they went.

Zhang Daoyuan retracted his gaze and looked at the old man who was squatting on the ground not far away, staring at a broken wall about one meter high.

Even if it was him, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

In fact, it is not just him. The other four people are also anxious. They are not here for archaeology after all. What else can they find if they continue to go so slowly? I'm afraid I can't even eat other people's leftovers.

"Senior, do you think we can go ahead and talk about it?" Zhang Daoyuan couldn't help but said.

After several seconds, Ning Xiancai, who was squatting in front of the stone, turned her head as if she heard the sound, "Um..."

"In a hurry?"

The old man's eyes were a little dull, and it took a long time for his face to smile, "Why don't you go ahead and my old man will follow?"

"That won't work!" Zhang Daoyuan shook his head, "Several Saints personally speak to protect you..."

Ning Xian is not from the Taiyi realm. It's a person from the Saint Yuan realm.

He is a master of the history of all realms, and he is also very proficient in battle patterns.

The most important thing is that he has lived for a long time, and currently he has five descendants of the Most Holy Realm.

Although he was unmarried his whole life, these were not his own. But they are all heirs of his brothers.

So in terms of blood and legal principles, it is not too much for these most holy ones to call him a kiss grandfather.