Nighttime, Beiliang City.
Gu Yuan arrived at Gaoliu Lane.
It wasn't far from the Jade Cauldron Tower.
On the nighttime streets, there were few pedestrians, the cold wind howled, and moonlight spilled onto the ground, creating a rather cold and desolate atmosphere.
From the distant street, the sound of dogs barking occasionally echoed.
Gu Yuan, holding a long sword, waited silently.
After a while, Gu Yuan's gaze shifted to a dark corner, and he suddenly spoke, "Since Old Chen is already here, why not show yourself and have a chat?"
Moments later, an old man with white hair emerged from that dark corner.
The old man was slightly hunched, his figure thin and frail, with a head full of white hair, appearing quite aged and sickly, like someone halfway in the grave.
It was Old Man Chen!
But as Gu Yuan met his seemingly murky eyes, a chill ran down his spine, a chilling sensation he couldn't quite understand.
