90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 43: Birthday

Three-Legged Dragon Manor, inner courtyard.

The water that had been surrounded by Zhao Family here was blocked.

With a word from Ye Bei, he almost choked those direct descendants to death.

However, just when they were about to continue to refute and continue to yell, a golden figure slowly appeared.

The figure's pace was not fast. His body rickets but he looked very urgent.

At the same time, when he appeared, an unprecedented aura of majesty dispersed around him.

When the figure appeared, everyone noticed it, and then the Zhao Family gathered here with their mouths wide open, their eyes widened, and they were speechless for a while.

Ye Bei looked at the golden figure, his eyes faint, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

When Wang An saw the figure, he gritted his teeth fiercely, but then, he returned to calmness not long after, and he continued to maintain an indifferent state of mind.

"Father!"

However, Zhao Changcun, who was extremely fierce just now, finally couldn't help it when the atmosphere was freezing. He shouted in a trembling voice. His body was petrified in place. He couldn't think of the reason why Zhao Bingsheng appeared at this time.

If he appeared now, all the plans would have been ruined.

When Zhao Changcun's voice fell, the silence atmosphere was broken instantly.

The direct descendants of the Zhao Family all reacted at this moment...

"Old Master, you, is it really you?" Zhao Changzai's eyes were misty and his voice was hoarse. When he said this, his eyes were shocked to the extreme.

"It's the Old Master, it's him! It's definitely the Old Master."

"Great, everything's fine as long as the Old Master is still alive..."

"The Old Master has woken up, see, as I said, he never died!"

"Quickly, Old Master, today the Old Immortal of Kunlun Mountain came to make trouble and broke the plaque of our manor."

The sounds converge into a big piece.

Excited, crazy!

The Old Master was a piece of heaven in the Zhao Family. Only with him could the Zhao Family continue to be glorious for a long time.

Everyone in the Zhao Family was very clear about this.

At the moment when people saw Zhao Bingsheng and when they were yelling in their mouths, there were a lot of people who stepped forward and rushed in his direction, they wanted to help him.

However, just when the direct descendants were more than three meters away from Zhao Bingsheng... Zhao Bingsheng stopped.

Click...

Holding the golden crutch in both hands, he tapped it twice on the ground with a crisp sound.

Hearing this voice, all the Zhao Family descendants stopped.

The scene was silent for a moment, and those people quickly gave way to passage.

"The Old Master is here, even the Old Immortal will be dead today!"

"Hehe... you dared to smash the plaque of our Zhao Family, came to our Zhao Family to make trouble, so you must pay a price."

"Master, is this the so-called 'resurrection from the dead'? Sure enough, when the Zhao Family is in distress, only the Old Master can come forward to rescue!"

Those direct descendants who were looking at Zhao Bingsheng had their eyes burning with tears of excitement in their eyes. They were quiet on the surface, but their hearts were completely boiling.

When looking at Ye Bei and Wang An, their eyes were full of contempt and anger. From their point of view, since the Old Master was still alive... everything became easy to handle. Of course, if the Old Master did not show up, they would not shrink back either. It must be known that the surrounding area was already full of power, as long as they gave an order, even if the enemy was really a fairy, he could still be beaten into a sieve.

"Old Master! You..." Zhao Changcun's legs trembled, his complexion kept changing.

When the surroundings were extremely quiet, when he saw Zhao Bingsheng getting closer to Ye Bei and Wang An, he couldn't help it anymore. He stepped forward and walked over with a hoarse voice.

As he knew the truth, he immediately understood the reason why Zhao Bingsheng appeared from the safe house.

But

Zhao Bingsheng didn't even look at Zhao Changcun.

He was shaking!

He had gray hair.

He was wearing a golden yellow mantle and holding a golden dragon head cane.

Under the countless expectant gazes of all the Zhao Family's direct descendants, he walked to the front of Ye Bei's and Wang An.

Just when everyone felt that Zhao Bingsheng was going to explode in anger... what happened in the next second made his eyes fall out.

Thump!

Without any hesitation, Zhao Bingsheng knelt on the ground with a thump of legs.

"Master!"

His forehead touched the ground, and his voice was extremely respectful.

"This"

"How could this be?"

"Master?"

"...Father, what's the matter with you?"

"Is the Old Immortal very powerful?"

"Why did he kneel down to the Old Immortal?"

Outside the pavilion, the direct descendants of the Zhao Family stared with their eyes, it was filled with blood. When they saw this kind of scene, they couldn't react at all. They only felt the movement of pride and excitement in their hearts as all of them crazily collapsed.

At this moment, they simply thought that Zhao Bingsheng was kneeling to the Old Immortal. They did not realize that Ye Bei was the real protagonist today.

Click, click...

Zhao Changcun stood aside, he knew the current situation more clearly than anyone else, he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles creaked, his nails pierced into his palms, pierced into his flesh, and pierced into his blood, but he didn't even notice all of these.

Even Wang An, when he saw this scene, the muscles in the corners of his eyes trembled. He wanted to say something, but he held back, he could only remain silent.

At this moment, only Ye Bei was indifferent.

Seeing Zhao Bingsheng kneeling in front of him...

Ye Bei didn't look at him. His eyes, with the vicissitudes of life in them, stared at the cherry blossom trees swaying in the wind outside the pavilion.

He observed those charming and fragrant petals slowly spinning in the air as they finally fell to the ground without the slightest sound.

In an instant, ten minutes passed...

The scene was still strangely silent.

Zhao Bingsheng, who was kneeling on the ground, had his old face as pale as paper.

Seeing that Ye Bei didn't speak, he spoke again, "Master... the old slave is late! Please forgive me!"

Ye Bei still didn't speak.

Then his eyes moved from the cherry blossom tree and he looked at the old man indifferently, his eyes were like void, did not contain any emotion.

The years were merciless.

Many familiar people and familiar things were quietly changing and aging... The person in front of him was with white hair and furrowed face, but the clothes on his body were extremely neat as if Zhao Bingsheng had never touched any dust.

"Sigh!" After a long time, Ye Bei sighed softly, and it was not what Ye Bei wanted to see when he made this step.

"Bingsheng, today is also your birthday, right?" Ye Bei continued after sighing, he slowly voiced out his words.

Huh!

After listening to this, Wang An's eyes stared slightly and a touch of fear appeared in his heart.

"Yes, master!"

But for Zhao Bingsheng who was kneeling on the ground heard this, his body trembled wildly, his wise and vicissitudes of life immediately became cloudy, the corners of his eyes were full of tears, and countless emotions were surging in his heart.

Today was indeed also his birthday...

Although he didn't say it clearly, Zhao Bingsheng knew that Ye Bei had already made a decision.