In a luxury villa on the edge of the moat outside the Fifth Ring Road of Donghai City, the cold old man in an invariable black cotton pajamas sat on the sofa, his dry claws gently rubbed the edge of the cup. An old face, which was already somewhat pale, was now full of wrinkles. There were several crisscrosswise blood silks in the micron pupils, and his face was sickly pale, as if it had been some time before. It's much older.

This is Li Chonghuan, who just met Ye Cheng's master Lin Yifan and his uncle Shi Bihua a few days ago. He is called cold-aged. At this time,...