C197 Purpura

The old man had the demeanor of a transcendent being. His hair was white and his face was rosy, as if he was alive.

However, this person sat there motionlessly without breathing. Even though he looked like a living person, he was certain that he wasn't.

He should be Zuo Ci!

Zuo Ci sat cross legged in the middle of the jade platform, both of his hands on his knees