Outside the bamboo courtyard, twilight was deepening.
Gui Junmeng raised her head, her gaze passing over the low fence and into the bamboo courtyard.
An old man with white hair stood inside the courtyard, his aura as tranquil as still water.
Looking at the old man, Gui Junmeng couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, a hint of confusion surfacing in her clear eyes.
'Is this Xiao Mo?'
Obviously not.
In her imagination, Xiao Mo was supposed to be around her age. How could he possibly be an old man with white hair?
'But why is he in Xiao Mo's courtyard?'
Moreover, Gui Junmeng could feel an incredibly dense scholarly aura of the Confucian School emanating from the old man, so profound that one dared not underestimate it.
In the young woman's eyes, this elder's Realm was likely even higher than her own master's.
