In the courtyard, only the main house at the center was lit.
Knock, knock...
Tang Tianmang gently knocked on the door twice, his voice respectful as he said, "Master, Elder Qiu and Elder Ming Yan have arrived."
"Come in."
An elderly voice came from inside the house.
The three pushed open the door and entered; Qiu Leihu and Qiu Mingyan finally met the person they had been waiting half a month for.
The room was rather simple, with just a wooden table, a bed, and a single meditation mat in the middle, on which sat an elderly man in white.
The elderly man's cheeks were slightly gaunt, his face lined with deep, chiseled wrinkles. His hair was white, his hands were thin and slender, exuding an extraordinary aura.
After Qiu Leihu and Qiu Mingyan entered, the old pair of eyes that had been tightly shut opened and looked at them.
The deep-set black eyes contained an invisible sharpness that seemed to flicker.
