"No need to check. Even though we cultivators don't believe that fate is predetermined, at my level, I'm aware of my own lifespan." Elder Cen said casually to Pei Yan, cigarette dangling from his lips.
"How can it be! How can your source energy and life force be depleted to such an extent?" Pei Yan knew, after probing his energy within, that although the old man appeared vigorous and in high spirits, he was barely surviving. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that his lamp's oil was running out, and just as the elder said, his time was running short.
