Wanqi Yanghong pushed open the door in front of him.
The cleanly arranged inner chamber, filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, appeared in Gu Jin's sight.
Without even stepping into the room, Gu Jin's gaze immediately locked onto the person on the bed.
Dense black mist surrounded the person on the bed, almost obscuring their form, causing Gu Jin to slightly widen her eyes.
If it weren't for the faint breathing emanating from the person on the bed, she would have thought it was a dead body lying there.
"Ancestor, how are you today?"
Wanqi Yanghong couldn't see the dense Evil Qi at all; he walked to the bedside as usual, inquiring about the welfare of the woman lying on the bed.
Although over a hundred years old, the elder at that moment looked as if she were in her fifties, still possessing a thick head of black hair.
The woman's cloudy eyes stared fixedly at Gu Jin standing outside the door, filled with eagerness and intensity.
