Only to see an old man wearing a gray robe slowly walking over, his robe gently swaying with his steps, like flowing clouds.
The old man, with his white hair, had those silver threads shimmering in the dim light, yet he was full of vitality. His eyes glowed with the wisdom of seeing through everything, as if he could see through all things in the world.
"Who are you? Why did you bring me, Vermilion Bird, and White Tiger here?" Gong Simeng asked cautiously, while quietly gathering her Inner Strength, her aura faintly surging, ready to fight at any moment. If the old man made any move, she would strike without hesitation.
